I bit my lip hard. I moaned loudly when he entered me. His c**k was throbbing inside me, and I could feel every vein, every pulse—it was so hard and so big that I almost cried, not from pain, but from pleasure. I was trying to stop myself from moaning too loudly. I wrapped my legs around his torso. I wanted to free my hands from his grip, but I couldn't. Instead, my body moved restlessly as he began to move inside me, but his movements were slow.
"Tell me, Rachel, who's the better fucker? Me or your ex-boyfriend, who's no good for you?"
I swallowed, looking into his eyes, which were staring back at me. My eyes fluttered, and my lips parted as he moved. It felt so good, so sweet. I bit my tongue. I wanted to push him away, to let go. Just moments ago, we were arguing, fighting, and now he
