Rose's POV
With a low, satisfied growl, he lined himself up and thrust in — one deep, powerful stroke that buried him to the hilt inside me.
The stretch was exquisite. I cried out sharply, my walls fluttering and clenching around his thick length as he filled me completely, deeper than I thought possible. The burn was perfect, bordering on too much, yet exactly what my body had been craving. He stilled for a moment, buried deep, letting me adjust while his forehead dropped to mine again.
“f**k… you’re so tight,” he groaned, voice strained. “So wet and hot around me. Just like I remembered. Like you were made for my cock.”
Then he began to move.
He f****d me in missionary first — slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his c**k along every sensitive inch inside me. Each thrust pushed
