With no warning, he aligned himself and thrust forward, slamming his cock deep into my pussy in one brutal stroke. The stretch was exquisite—burning and full, my walls clenching around his girth as he bottomed out, his hips grinding against my clit.

I cried out, the sound sharp and needy, echoing off the marble. His hand clamped over my mouth instantly, palm firm against my lips, fingers splayed along my jaw. His eyes blazed down at me, wild and possessive. "Quiet," he ordered, voice rough as gravel.

"Or everyone out there hears how desperate you are, Sasha. How this tight little pussy milks a stranger's cock like it's starving for...