Hazel
“I need to f**k you,” he said, his voice thick with hunger as he tore a condom wrapper. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it,” I gasped, still reeling. “I want you to f**k me.”
“How?” His fingers teased my entrance, slick and ready. “Tell me how you want it.”
“Hard,” I said, the word spilling out before I could think. “f**k me hard.”
He groaned, low and dangerous. “You’re gonna feel me for days.”
His hands gripped my hips, lifting them slightly, the ropes keeping my legs spread. I felt the tip of his c**k against me, thick and teasing as he rubbed it against my clit.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice strained.
“Yes,” I said desperately. “Now, Dylan, please.”
He thrust into me in one deep, brutal stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, the stretch intense, overwhelming, perfect.
