He dragged me to the low leather couch by my hair, shoved me over the arm so my knees sank into the cushions and my burning ass was high in the air. My ruined shirt hung off one shoulder and everything else was gone. I was naked except for the skirt bunched uselessly around my waist like a belt.
I heard the clink of his belt buckle again, then nothing. Just his breathing, slow and controlled, while I trembled and dripped onto the leather.
He stood behind me. I felt the blunt, slick head of his c**k nudge my entrance—once, twice—, teasing, painting my folds with the c*m still leaking from his last release.
Then he pushed in.
Just the head.
One thick, cruel inch that stretched my entrance and made me sob with relief. I tried to rock back, greedy for more, but his hands locked on my hips
