Chapter 3
Lily’s pov
He gives in the second my nails break skin on his shoulders and I say please one more time like I have any pride left.
The first push is slow because I am clenched tight from all the edging and my own fingers and his mouth, and because he is thicker than anything I put in myself on that chair.
My mouth opens and nothing comes out. He slaps his hand over it and keeps sinking, one long grind that does not stop until his hips are flush to mine and I can feel him sitting heavy inside me, stretching me open so wide my thighs shake around his waist.
He stays there. His forehead on mine. Both of us shaking.
I keep squeezing without meaning to and he makes a sound against my cheek that is almost a laugh and almost a curse.
“Easy. f**k. Don’t lock up on me like that o
