Chapter 2
Loe's POV
He pushed forward, the tip stretching me open with a slow burn that made my toes curl. Jake's c**k head popped past my entrance, and I felt every inch as he sank in deeper, filling my p***y inch by inch.
The stretch was intense, my walls gripping him tight from how wet I was, but still, it bordered on too much in the cramped tent. I bit down on my lower lip hard to keep quiet, my hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
"f**k, Loe, you're so tight," he whispered right against my ear, his breath ragged. He paused halfway in, letting me adjust, his hips trembling with the effort to go slow.
The rain hammered the tent roof like a drum, masking the wet sounds of him sliding deeper. Thunder rumbled low, vibrating through us.
I nodded, eyes squeezed
