"Last chance," Jake said, his hands on my hips. "You can still back out."

Instead of responding, I lined him up at my entrance and sank down slowly.

The stretch was immediate and intense—I was wet enough that he slid in easily, but his size made me feel every inch. When I was fully seated, we both groaned.

"Fuck," he gasped. "You feel incredible. So tight. So warm."

"You're big," I managed. "Bigger than—" I stopped myself.

"Bigger than my dad?" he finished with a dark smile. "I know. I can tell you're not used to this."

I started to move, slow rolls of my hips, getting used to his...