Chapter 27
Layla’s POV
Mateo let out a dark, wicked chuckle that made my soaked cunt pulse so hard I felt the wet heat of it smear against the silk sheets beneath me.
He lined the thick, swollen, purple head of his massive c**k right against my dripping, puffy entrance.
He didn't ease his way in. He didn't give me time to stretch.
He gripped my thick thighs hard enough to leave deep fingerprints in the soft flesh, yanked my hips up off the mattress, and drove forward in one brutal, punishing thrust—burying every heavy, veiny, burning inch inside me in a single stroke until his heavy balls slapped wetly against my ass.
“OHHH, f**k—DADDY!” I screamed, back arching clean off the bed, head thrashing against the silk pillows as my tight p***y was forced wide open around him.
The burn
