Chapter 33.
Maximo's lips stretched into a smile.
Then he moved his c**k to her wet entrance and positioned himself against the bliss, eyes holding onto her.
His c**k dragged through her folds, slow and steady, teasing her slick entrance.
Amelia’s breath hitched against her throat, sensation peppering her skin.
The swollen head bumped her clit once— twice—pulling a breathless whisper from her throat.
Then slowly, he pushed himself into her, sinking himself in with a deliberate slowness that made her feel every inch of the intrusion as he filled her in.
Amelia's head fell backward.
“Yes!” She screamed, arching onto him.
Maximo’s veins twitched, body stiffened from how hard her hole was gripping him.
He bottomed down a groan, hips flushed against hers.
“f**k… sugar. You
