His c**k was so thick. So hot. So angry. He didn’t ease inside me. He didn’t warm me up. He didn’t stroke my back or ask if I was ready.
He just grabbed my hips and shoved in like he had a point to prove. Like my p***y had offended him and now he was going to punish it with every brutal inch.
And I loved it.
I f*****g loved it.
He filled me so deep I could feel him in my stomach. My walls stretched wide to take him and still clenched so tight around him it made me want to cry.
My knees were already shaking. My arms collapsed beneath me.
My chest slammed into the sheets and I just laid there moaning like a filthy little b***h while he kept grinding in deeper like he wanted to mark my womb from the inside.
“Damon,” I gasped. “Oh my God. Oh my f*****g God.”
That was all I could say
