Kieran's POV

“Holy shit. You're so fucking wet.”

“Faster. Deeper. I can't exist without you, Kieran. Faster, oh holy fuck!”

“Goodness gracious, such a nice ass.”

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

A slap to my chin forced my eyes open as I saw Isla staring at me. She was laying next to me in bed and must have been staring for a while now.

“It's morning. Why are you still asleep?” She asked as I slowly regained my consciousness. “You must be worn out. You lasted for about ...