“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, angel,” I grunt, kissing her just above the collarbone. The pressure is intense. She isn’t fully mine yet. “Are you all right?”

“Y-yes,” she mutters. “You’re so big…”

I smile. “I’m going to keep pushing now. I’m almost there.”

Fabiola nods, her arms thrown over my shoulders, her hands gripping the muscles of my back as though I might fly away at any moment.

My shaft throbs as I press forward, inward, deeper inside her soaking hole that’s cinched down around me as if trying to push me out and pull me in at the same time.

And then I feel it—Fabiola’s innocence gives...