9
Sophia
Gunnar rutted into me like a caveman, his need primitive and carnal, and I welcomed each wild thrust of his hips. The plug he’d pressed into my bottom stretched me wide, his c**k adding pressure to the brink of pain, pushing me higher and higher. I loved it. He knew, somehow, to push me past what I thought I could handle and into a new place where I loved it. I had no control, could only submit.
I’d thought I could suck his c**k, swirl my tongue around that flared crown, but he hadn’t wanted just that. He’d pushed himself farther and farther—albeit carefully—into my mouth. I’d had to breathe through my nose and concentrate, and yet he’d gone even farther, until he was touching the back of my throat. I hadn’t been able to move, to push him away.
I’d had to take it, wanted to…an
