“You feel like heaven, Caroline,” he groaned, voice rough with pleasure. “So tight… so wet… so fucking warm around me.”

He started moving — slow, deep, powerful rolls of his hips that dragged every thick inch along my walls. My soft body trembled beneath him on the wide daybed, my heavy breasts bouncing with each thrust, my belly and thick thighs jiggling in a way that would have made me self-conscious before. But Damon looked at me like I was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped, eyes devouring every curve. “These breasts bouncing for me… this soft stomach… these gorgeous thick thighs spread...