“Stay still,” he commanded suddenly, voice dropping an octave. His boots crunched closer. I didn’t dare move, bent over with my skirt hiked up, heart slamming against my ribs. His large hand landed on my lower back, firm and hot through the thin fabric. Then I felt it—his massive bulge pressing directly against the thin barrier of my thong, right between my ass cheeks. The thick, hard length of his cock nestled against my dripping slit, the heat of it burning through the lace. He was enormous. I could feel the fat head and the heavy shaft throbbing against my soaked folds.

A whimper escaped my throat.

“You broke the...