He thrust in, one brutal stroke, bottoming out with a wet slap as his balls smacked against my ass, the stretch burning so good, his thickness splitting me open, filling every inch until I felt impossibly full, his pubic hair grinding against my clit. I screamed again, nails raking his shoulders, drawing red lines across his sweat-slicked skin, the coppery scent of blood mixing with our arousal.

He groaned, forehead dropping to mine, his breath hot and ragged. “So fucking tight, baby girl. Taking every inch like you were made for me,” he rasped, his cock throbbing inside me, the veins pulsing against my walls as he held still for...