I stared. My pussy clenched hard around nothing.

He stepped closer, rubbed the fat head along my slit—up and down, slow, teasing my clit with every pass. The heat of him was unreal. Slick sounds filled the room as he coated himself in my wetness. “You want this?” he asked, voice low and rough. “Want me to stretch this neglected little cunt open?”

I nodded frantically, hips lifting, chasing the pressure. “Please—Jax, please—”

He pushed in.

The first inch burned in the best way—thick, unyielding, forcing my walls to spread around him. I gasped, nails digging into the edges of the bench. He went slow, letting me feel every ridge,...