“Still choosing you,” she replies.
Then she sinks down onto my cock.
Slow.
Deep.
I groan like it physically hurts.
She stretches around me, wet and hot and impossibly tight.
“Holy shit,” she gasps.
I still.
Forehead to hers.
“Too much.”
“No,” she pants. “Perfect. Move.”
I do.
Slow.
Controlled.
Devastating.
She cries out.
Clutches my shoulders.
“Tur—oh my god?—”
Her pussy clenches around me like it’s learned my shape already.
I thrust deeper.
Harder.
My injured shoulder screams.
I don’t care.
“You feel incredible,” I growl. “So warm. So tight.”
She laughs breathlessly.
“That’s one way to flatter a girl.”
“I’m not flattering you,” I snap. “I’m being honest.”
She wraps her legs around my waist.
Pulls me in deeper.
“Don’t stop.”
