The wood of the table was cold and hard against my back, a sharp contrast to the furnace of his body as he loomed over me. He didn't give me a moment to breathe. He grabbed my ankles and shoved them back toward my ears, folding me in half until my spine felt like it would snap and my p***y was tilted up, completely open and helpless under the dim light bulb.
"You wanted to play games, Kessie," he growled, his voice a dark, rough rasp. "Now you're going to learn how a real man finishes one."
He didn't ease in. Without a single drop of mercy. He lined himself up and hammered home with a single, violent thrust that bottomed out deep in my gut. I felt the air leave my lungs in a sharp whistle. He was so thick, so impossibly wide, that I felt my skin stretching and burning as he claimed every
