The heavy intrusion is deeply taboo. I’m shocked and excited at the same time. My stomach clenches with arousal. The sounds he makes and how much he’s enjoying it connect with the lingering lust in my pussy.
“Just like that. Mmm,” he says.
He moves slowly at first.
A strange gnawing pleasure takes hold in me. It’s not unlike the one I get when he spanks me. There’s pain but also a building lust.
He thrusts deeper, and I cry out softly.
“Easy, baby. Let it feel good. Your little hole is so stretched by my thick cock.”
As the thrusts turn more forceful, I’m undone, whimpering and moaning. Tears sting my eyes again, but my pussy is slippery and aching.
“Rub your clit,” he commands.
My fingertips tease the bud, moisture dripping onto my hand. I love being used by him, the feel of his powerful body over mine, driving into me.
“Connor!” I cry, another sharp orgasm gripping me.
He comes inside me, filling me up. It shouldn’t feel so good, but it does.
I collapse onto the bed, shivering. He drops down next to me and rolls me toward him.
“Hey,” he says, studying my face and kissing away the damp on my cheeks. “I love you, Z.”
“I love you too.”
He kisses me again, and it feels like something I’ve never felt before.
It feels like forever.
Chapter Sixteen
Zoe
Later, I go downstairs for a glass of water and find Anvil sitting at the kitchen island, eating barbecued brisket on a brioche bun.
