Penelope’s POV:

“I…I can’t…” a laugh tumbles out of my lips. It’s less out of mirth and more out of disbelief.

“Don’t move,” Vincent groans,

I swat away his hand and rock my hips in a circle, trying to see if I would find more space inside me somehow. The head of his cock nudges my cervix firmly, and sharp pain shoots through me.

“Y-Yeah…” I stutter, inhaling rapidly through my mouth. “That’s not happening,”

“It’s fine,” he replies, his hands tracing down my thighs. “You don’t….fucking hell…you don’t have to force—” his words are cut off with a sharp inhale.

I lift my hips, feeling his cock drag on...