I wouldn’t play Jason’s games. He had two glorious inches inside my heat, but he refused to go any further. He thrust in and out of me brutally, stretching my folds and walls deliciously, and that only made me crave his entire massive, hard length.

I was never the kind of chick who rolled with the punches, especially in this pleasure business. I was going to show him just that, even though he held me down with his large, powerful hand on my belly. His intention was crystal clear—to ...