He rolled onto his back again, pulling me on top of him so I straddled his hips. His thick cock nestled between my soaked folds, the hot length sliding against my clit as I rocked against him.

I positioned the fat head at my entrance and slowly sank down, inch by thick inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside me. The stretch was perfect, filling me so completely I felt him in my belly.

“Fuck—yes,” I moaned, starting to ride him slowly at first, then faster, my hands braced on his muscular chest.

Killian’s hands gripped my hips, guiding me, thrusting up to meet every downward stroke. His...