With a snarl that vibrated through her chest, he slammed back inside her—harder this time, deeper, until the knot at his base kissed her entrance with a heavy thump. She cried out, legs shaking, body already overstimulated but far from satisfied. Her cunt was drenched, dripping slick down the curve of his c**k as it retreated, then surged in again, testing her limit over and over.
Her eyes rolled back.
The bumps on his c**k rubbed every spot inside her like a textured toy, but real—alive—pulsing. She felt them drag against her walls, popping in and out with every thrust, lighting her nerves on fire until her thighs clamped around his waist again, greedy and desperate.
The knot pressed harder now.
Thicker.
Trying to force its way into a body that wasn’t built for it—and yet she wanted
