OLIVIA
I was no longer breathing.
Just kidding— but, it was a struggle trying to breathe properly.
Axel was rough on me. I had my head tilted uncomfortably on the bed, struggling to take only half of his length inside me.
Yet, he was f*****g me roughly and faster like he was running a marathon.
My coochie— I doubted if I’d be able to walk in the morning.
“f**k, Kitty,” his grunt and seductive voice were all that kept me dripping nonstop. “You’re f*****g tight.”
Yes, I was tight. But his c**k was f*****g huge. And definitely not the perfect fit for a hole as tight as mine.
Ignore the cuss words— they were part of me now.
My lips quivered. I could barely keep my legs open in the position he’d placed them— spread apart and almost touching my shoulders.
“Y—you’re going… too.. f- fast
