Jake didn’t give me time to adjust.

He pushed the rest of the way inside me in one slow, continuous thrust until his hips were flush against mine. The stretch burned in the best way. I was already soaked from his fingers and his mouth, but the thick length of him still forced a broken sound out of my throat. He held still for a second, forehead against mine, breathing hard.

“Fuck… you’re tighter than I imagined,” he muttered. “Been thinking about this cunt for weeks and it still feels better than the fantasy.”

Then he started moving.

Deep, steady strokes that filled me completely every time. The wet sound...