4 ~ Reshaping My Hole.

HAWTHORNE’s POV

"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, pausing halfway, letting me adjust. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my back, and I could feel every pulse of his cock inside me.

So big. It's splitting me, but I want more. Fill me up.

I rocked back, taking another inch, and he cursed, his hands bruising my hips as he thrust forward, bottoming out.

His balls slapped against mine, cock buried to the hilt, and I cried out, the pressure hitting my prostate dead-on, sparks exploding behind my eyes.

Jamie didn't wait long. He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, my hole clinging to...