I stumbled to the bed and climbed on, heart pounding. He stripped quickly — shirt, jeans, boxers — his cock springing free, thick and hard, the head glistening. He crawled over me, settling between my thighs, and pushed my legs wide.

He thrust into me in one deep stroke — no warning, no gentleness. The sudden stretch made me gasp, my back arching off the mattress. He was so deep at this angle, filling me completely. He started fucking me hard — deep, punishing thrusts that made the bed creak softly. Every slam of his hips sent jolts of pleasure through me.

His hand came up to wrap around my...