Declan’s on me before I can brace myself.
He doesn’t ask. Doesn’t check. Just grabs my hips, yanks me to the edge of the mattress, and notches the head of his c**k against my entrance.
“Wait – ” I start.
He slams home.
One brutal thrust. Balls deep. Splitting me open on a c**k so much bigger than Connor’s that I scream – actually scream – from the stretch, from the fullness, from the overwhelming sensation of being impaled.
“Fuck.” Declan groans, rolling his hips, grinding deeper. “She’s tight. Jesus Christ, she’s tight. Little virgin cunt, isn’t it?” He pulls back, slams in again, punches the air right out of my lungs. “Connor’s pencil d**k didn’t do s**t to stretch her out. Feel like I’m f*****g a first-timer.”
In the corner, Connor makes a wounded sound. Like he’s the one being hu
