EMBER’S POV
He pushes into me slowly at first — torturously slow — letting me feel every thick, veined inch stretching my cunt open, the brutal stretch burning so good it makes my mouth fall open against his neck in a silent scream.
The water changes everything: resistance, drag, that slick, heated friction that makes every millimetre feel like he’s splitting me in half.
By the time he’s fully seated, balls-deep, I’m so full I swear I can feel him in my throat, his massive c**k bottoming out against my cervix, stretching my walls to their limit, my p***y fluttering and creaming wildly around the invasion like it’s trying to suck him even deeper.
“f**k, Ember.” His forehead drops to my shoulder, and the raw, wrecked quality of his voice when he’s inside me — the way my name sounds in hi
