The second Ethan pinned my wrists above my head and slammed back into me, I lost whatever tiny shred of control I still had left. His hand clamped over my mouth was tight, possessive, fingers pressing into my cheeks hard enough that I could feel the imprint of each one. I couldn’t make a sound louder than a muffled whimper, but that only made everything dirtier. My legs fell open wider on instinct, thighs trembling as he buried himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
He filled me so completely that it bordered on pain, his thick c**k stretching my swollen p***y, the head grinding against my cervix with every punishing thrust. I was still sensitive from the two orgasms he’d already ripped out of me, every nerve ending raw and oversensitive, but the burn only fed the fire. My walls flutte
