The stretch was overwhelming—burning fire at the rim, deep pressure inside that made my eyes roll back. I screamed into the cushion—raw, broken sound. My legs kicked, heels hitting his calves, but he pinned one thigh down with his knee, spreading me wider. He slapped my clit again—harder—fingers cracking against the sensitive flesh while he pumped his fingers in my ass.

"Take it," he said. "This ass is paying interest."

I sobbed—tears soaking my face, snot mixing with the mess. "Stop—hurts—please—"

But my hips arched back—pushing onto his fingers, craving the fullness even as it burned. The slaps on my clit turned rhythmic—crack, crack, crack—each one sending shocks through me,...