Grace
I had never been so full before. I didn’t even know there were places a man’s c**k could reach until now. The intoxicating blend of pleasure and that slight ache made my breath hitch, every nerve in my body sparking to life.
This wasn’t the clumsy touch of a boy, this was a man taking me, and claiming every inch of me.
My teeth sank into my bottom lip, struggling to trap the sounds rising in my throat. Heat crawled across my skin, my lips parting in pure want. My nails dug into the hand he had braced against me, seeking something to anchor myself.
A deep, guttural growl rumbled from his chest, sending a shiver through me. My eyes fluttered open, dazed, only to meet his half-lidded gaze.
“So, this is what you look like when you’re stuffed full of my c**k,” he muttered darkly. “
