With no warning, he aligned himself and thrust forward, slamming his c**k deep into my p***y in one brutal stroke. The stretch was exquisite—burning and full, my walls clenching around his girth as he bottomed out, his hips grinding against my c**t.
I cried out, the sound sharp and needy, echoing off the marble. His hand clamped over my mouth instantly, palm firm against my lips, fingers splayed along my jaw. His eyes blazed down at me, wild and possessive. "Quiet," he ordered, voice rough as gravel.
"Or everyone out there hears how desperate you are, Sasha. How this tight little p***y milks a stranger's c**k like it's starving for it. They'd know what a filthy slut you are, begging to be f****d again right after I pumped you full."
His words ignited something primal in me, filthy and o
