He settled between my legs and pressed the head against me. “You tell me if you need me to stop.”
“I will. Put it in.”
The stretch was hotter than his fingers. Wider. Relentless. I grabbed his forearm while he held still with just the head inside me, giving me time to breathe through the burn instead of shoving farther because I had asked for it.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let me in. Your ass is so f*****g tight around the head of my c**k already.”
When I nodded, he pushed.
The head slipped deeper, then another inch. I felt every part of myself stretching around him. The fullness bordered on too much until he shifted his angle and dragged over that same spot his fingers had found.
My whole body jerked.
“Fuck.”
He paused. “That?”
“Again.”
He laughed softly and gave it to me, slidi
