Chapter Eight: CreampieShe bites the pillow to muffle her scream as he shoves into her. He growls, fingers curling tightly in her hair, yanking her head back, his other curling around her breast, pinching her n*****s, like what he had done earlier that day, except he's using a different hole. He thrusts into her body like he's in a rush to completion, like he's trying to make it hurt.
The burn of his c**k rubbing against her inside, thick and hard and impossibly warm, stretching her walls and making her just take him. It hurts, makes her toes curl and her fingers clench as he f***s the breath from her shivering lungs, pulling her thighs further apart, stretching the constraint of the cuffs so he can open her more, f**k her deeper.
"You're so f*****g tight, love," he snarls. Every thrust
