DEMETRIA

“FUCK!” he groaned, the sound primal, almost feral, as he pushed forward, easing that dick into me.

Slow. Heavy. I felt every damn inch of him, stretching me, splitting me, claiming me. My pussy clung to him greedily, fluttering, fighting to take him in.

God, this man was big. Thick. Dangerous. The kind of dick you dreamed about but weren’t sure your body could actually handle.

I arched off the bed, a ragged moan ripping free as the pressure built. My eyes watered from the burn, ...