Rachel's pov
He rubbed the length of his c**k along my dripping p***y, coating himself in my wetness. I pushed back instinctively, desperate for more.
“Tell me,” he growled, his voice rough with restraint. “Tell me what you want, Rachel.”
“You,” I gasped. “I want your c**k inside me. Please, Alex.”
He didn’t make me wait.
He thrust in with one smooth, powerful stroke.
We both groaned, mine high and broken, his deep and guttural. He was huge, stretching my p***y in the most perfect, aching way. Every inch of him throbbed inside me, filling me completely as he held still, letting me adjust to the sheer size of him.
“f**k,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Your p***y is so tight. So wet for me.”
I whimpered, clenching around him involuntarily. He felt it, his hands gripped my hips h
