He pulls up her skirt and tore it off roughly, leaving her in her undergarment, he heaped her into his arm and took her to his bed.

Towering over her, he claimed her lip again, this time slow and passionate. His hand crept to her pussy, he pushed the fabric of her panties aside and glided his thumb over her wet folds.

“You are wet for me,” he mumbled, his thumb working on her clit so fast, and her breath caught in her chest.

"Fuck... Fuck, yes," she cried out, as a finger slid into her.

He probed her gently not to harm her, he wanted to stretch her and...