The head of Chike’s cock pressed against my hole—hot, blunt, impossibly wide. Just that pressure alone made me clench instinctively, my body fighting what my mind was screaming to accept. 

I was on all fours, forehead pressed to the couch cushion, breathing ragged. 

Zara’s hand squeezed mine tight, her thumb stroking my knuckles in slow circles.

“Breathe, baby,” she whispered. “Relax for him. Let him in.”

I tried. 

Inhaled deep, exhaled slowly. 

But fear gripped me hard—cold and real. This was it. My first time. 

Virgin ass, never stretched like this, never filled. And by her ex. 

That massive cock—thick shaft ridged with veins, the broad head flared dark and...