His c**k stretched me open to the point of pain, the feel of it intense, the sharp sting settling into my nerves like hot coals, burning hotter and hotter, making me squirm and whine and want. “More.”
The beast chuckled but gave me what I wanted, pulling out and thrusting harder. Deeper. “Mine.”
I hung on for dear life as he f****d me hard and fast, thrusting in and retreating as I cried out, barely stifling a scream, and came all over his c**k, my body fisting him, milking him, my p***y achy and hot and wanting.
I’d never come like that before. Never by a guy’s c**k alone. I’d had to touch my c**t with my fingers, circling it and usually it took some time. With Nyko, it had been seconds and my hands were gripping his forearms.
Instead of relief, the orgasm made me wild. My body didn’t
