She didn’t know where she was anymore—only that she was full.
So full her belly curved outward, tight and aching with the sheer amount of him. Her body felt raw, soaked, stretched open in ways she hadn’t known were possible, and still his c**k pulsed inside her—his knot swollen, thick, locked deep in her cunt like her body was nothing more than a sheath meant to keep him inside.
Her arms had gone limp. Her throat burned from screaming. Her legs were still wrapped around him, but only because he hadn’t let her close them.
Because he was still holding her like she belonged there.
And she did.
His lips dragged across her collarbone as he rocked them both gently, rhythm slow now, just a grind of hips to make sure she felt everything—the size, the heat, the wet stretch of her p***y clingin
