Each thrust was deep but controlled, his hips rolling forward until he was buried fully inside me, then pulling back until only the thick head remained before sliding in again. My walls stretched around him, a delicious burn that made me gasp every time he bottomed out.

“Fuck, Jules,” I moaned, the sound low and shaky. “You’re so deep.”

He groaned against my neck, lips brushing my skin. “You feel perfect, Lilia. So tight… so wet for me.”

I wrapped my legs higher around his ...