Needing Nora: Part Five
- Mar 28
- 14 min read
Parts: One, Two, Three, Four Nora sprawled across Arthur’s bed, limbs splayed and heavy, her body marked by the relentless use he’d subjected her to. Her cunt ached, stretched and raw, still leaking his cum in slow, humiliating dribbles that traced the curve of her ass. Every movement sent another warm trickle down her skin, a sticky, undeniable proof of how thoroughly he’d filled her, again and again, until she’d lost count. She hadn’t even caught her breath, her mind still fogged with the aftershocks, when Arthur’s hand closed around her phone on the nightstand. His eyes, cold and stormy, watched her with that familiar, predatory hunger.
