During and after ;)

I set the table with shaky hands, my lips still tingling from worship. Every step I took reminded me of how wrecked I still was inside, how filled I’d been just hours ago—and how ready I already was for more.

Rachel walked in with the waffles stacked high, steam curling from the golden surface. She set the plate down and leaned over me from behind, her cock brushing between my thighs as she whispered, “Still hungry?”

I nodded, biting my lip.

She sat down at the head of the table and pointed to the floor beside her. “Sit here. My good girl deserves to be close.”

I obeyed, kneeling beside her chair while she cut into the waffles with slow, deliberate grace. She fed me bites by hand, letting syrup drip from her fingers onto my lips before licking it away herself.

“You taste better than the waffles,” she murmured.

I blushed, moaning softly around a forkful.

Midway through breakfast, she reached down and slipped her hand between my thighs, her fingers brushing my cocklet and my sore, needy hole.

“You’re always so wet for me now,” she purred. “Like your body knows who it belongs to.”

She fed me another bite as her fingers slid deeper, massaging me from the inside out. I squirmed on the floor, trying to keep quiet as she toyed with me beneath the table.

“Shh,” she whispered. “Be a good girl and finish your breakfast.”

I nodded, cheeks flushed, trying to chew and swallow as pleasure rolled through me. Her fingers curled just right, sending sparks through my gut. I came without warning—silently, sweetly, trembling at her side.

Rachel leaned down, kissed my forehead, and whispered, “Perfect.”

We finished breakfast in silence, her hand still between my legs the entire time.

When we were done, she stood and scooped me into her arms effortlessly.

“Time to get you cleaned up again,” she said. “And then maybe round three.”

I didn’t argue.

I just held on tighter.

Steam filled the bathroom, curling around our bodies as Rachel guided me under the hot spray. Her strong hands slid across my skin with a kind of reverence, washing every inch of me like I was her prized possession.

“Arms up,” she murmured, and I obeyed without hesitation.

She lathered my chest with gentle circles, trailing lower, across my slim waist and over the curve of my hips. Every touch made me shiver.

When I turned around, she pressed her chest to my back and whispered, “Still sore?”

“A little…” I breathed, melting into her touch.

“Good.”

Her cock, hard and impossibly thick, slid between my cheeks. She groaned softly. “Can’t help it. You make me ravenous.”

She lifted my leg and hooked it over the ledge of the shower, opening me up. Her tip teased my entrance, and I gasped as she slid in—slow, steady, deeper than before.

But something was different.

She felt… larger.

“R-Rachel?” I whimpered, feeling myself stretch farther than before.

“I know,” she said through gritted teeth. “It’s happening again.”

Her cock throbbed inside me, thickening mid-thrust. My hole adjusted, but just barely. I cried out as she filled me to the brim—and kept going. Every push drove her deeper, wider, heavier.

Her hands clutched my hips, fingers digging into my skin as her rhythm built.

I moaned, eyes rolling back. “You’re growing… inside me.”

She chuckled, voice thick with power. “And you’re going to take all of it.”

The water splashed over us, washing away sweat and lube as she fucked me harder, rougher. Her cock swelled inside me with every thrust, and I could feel it—every pulse, every inch.

She grabbed my hair, pulling my head back to whisper, “You were made for this. For me. For this cock.”

I cried out as another orgasm crashed through me, my body convulsing around her. She kept going, relentless, her size forcing me open over and over again.

When she finally came—deep, hot, and endless—I collapsed against the wall, trembling.

Rachel held me there, cock still pulsing inside me, and whispered, “We’re not done.”

And I believed her.

My legs could barely hold me.

Rachel caught me before I slipped, strong arms wrapping around my waist. The shower continued pouring over us, steam swirling around her towering frame. She kissed the back of my neck, her cock still buried deep inside me, softening just slightly—just enough to move without making me collapse.

“Still with me, doll?” she whispered, gently pulling out.

I whimpered and nodded, but I wasn’t sure if I even had words left. My body was trembling, stretched, raw, and filled—and yet I still pressed myself closer to her chest, craving more of her touch.

She chuckled softly and turned the water off.

“I’ll carry you.”

Wrapped in towels, she lifted me effortlessly and brought me to bed. She lay me down like I was made of porcelain—then slid in beside me, stroking my thigh with a tenderness that only made me ache more.

“I can’t stop thinking about how perfect you’ve become,” she murmured. “Soft. Obedient. Mine.”

My body shivered at her words, even as exhaustion tried to pull me under.

She pulled the sheets over us and wrapped herself around me—one leg thrown over my hips, one arm under my back. Her cock was nestled between us, semi-hard again already.

She wasn’t done.

But for now, she just held me.

My head rested on her chest, her heartbeat steady and strong beneath my cheek.

My thoughts were hazy. Everything felt distant—except for her. The heat of her body. The scent of her skin. The soft kiss she placed on my temple.

“I’m gonna make sure you never forget who you belong to,” she whispered.

I didn’t need to respond.

I’d already given myself to her completely.

I must’ve dozed off in her arms.

But I woke up gasping—Rachel’s mouth already at my chest, lips wrapped around one of my nipples, tongue circling with deliberate, torturous attention. Her fingers had slipped between my thighs, spreading me open again. I didn’t even have time to speak before the first wave hit.

I came.

No warning, no build-up—just the overwhelming heat of her touch, the sharp wet suction at my nipple, and her voice purring low against my skin.

“That’s one.”

I twitched and moaned, my cock untouched and leaking onto my stomach. She didn’t slow down. If anything, her pace intensified—fingers curling deep inside me while she switched to my other nipple, biting just enough to make me cry out.

The second orgasm hit like a flash fire.

I arched off the bed, legs shaking violently as I clenched around her fingers. My cock jerked helplessly, still untouched, and she whispered, “That’s two. Getting easier, isn’t it?”

I could barely breathe, tears prickling in my eyes.

She slid her hand free and straddled me, lowering herself until her cock pressed just at my hole—not entering, not yet—just resting there as she leaned forward and kissed the corner of my lips.

“You’re going to keep cumming for me, sweetheart. Over and over.”

I whimpered, eyes wide, pupils blown. “I can’t—”

She cut me off with her mouth on my neck. Her hands were everywhere again—stroking the sides of my hips, teasing my overstimulated nipples, dragging nails down my thighs.

Her cock pushed in slowly, stretching me wide again. And the pressure, the fullness, the dominance of it all—sent me over the edge again.

Three.

Rachel’s moans joined mine this time, her pace building as I shook beneath her. She pinned my arms above my head and fucked me hard, steady, relentless, watching my face the entire time.

“You’re made for this,” she breathed. “This is your purpose. To take me. To cum for me. To melt under me.”

The fourth orgasm rolled through me like thunder—my mind blank, body convulsing, muscles weak. My cock was still untouched, twitching helplessly, leaking down my stomach in sticky trails.

She slowed—just for a moment.

Then whispered in my ear, “One more.”

She shifted, angling deeper. Her cock pressed right against something explosive inside me, and when her thumb flicked my nipple again, I screamed her name and came harder than ever before.

Five.

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Just trembled in her arms as she finally finished inside me again, groaning as she emptied herself for the third time that day.

Rachel held me close after, brushing my hair back from my sweat-slick forehead. “That’s my good little toy,” she whispered. “So responsive. So easy to ruin.”

I smiled, dazed, dizzy, completely hers.

And I never wanted it to stop.