“I’m begging now,” I whispered. “Give me all of it. Wreck me. Remind me why I let you do this to me three f*****g times.”
He drove in deeper.
Stretching me inch by inch until I was crying into the pillow and biting my own hand just to stay conscious.
When he bottomed out, when his hips finally met mine and I felt every thick inch locked inside my dripping, swollen cunt—I knew I wasn’t going to survive the night.
“Oh my God, Connor,” I moaned, legs trembling over his shoulders. “You’re too deep. You’re hitting something. You’re breaking me.”
“I’m making you mine again,” he growled, pulling back just enough to slam into me harder. “You’re already full of my child. Now I want you full of my c*m too.”
My hair was sticking to my face. My back was arched like a bow.
He gripped my hips and
