Chapter 82: Layla

I’m no longer a virgin.

"Did you come?" I ask breathlessly. Jared is still inside me. The strain on his face tells me he didn’t, which disappoints me.

"What I witnessed was better than coming." He presses a soft kiss to my lips before he pulls out of me with such gentleness. I’m still sore and bite down on my lip so I don’t hiss. He’s watching me too carefully. "You will be sore for a few days."

I’m tempted to cover myself, but I don’t. Jared rolls the condom off his very large c*ck, which I can’t believe fit inside me, and leaves to dispose of it in the bathroom. I sit up on my elbows and marvel at how perfect every single inch of him is.