My hands trembled as I straightened, palms settling against my thighs.
He lifted my hair, moving it aside.
A soft kiss pressed to the healing tattoo.
“Don’t you see, Ella? We own you,” he whispered, his warmth settling over my back.
“Now open for me, my sweet. Let me fuck that pretty little arsehole.”
I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I was holding and nodded.
The slick head pressed forward as my eyes drifted closed.
I focused on breathing as the blunt tip eased past the tight resistance, slow and insistent.
“Yeah, that’s it. Nice and easy,” he murmured, his fingers brushing my pussy—anchoring me, steadying me.
“There you go. Doesn’t this feel good?”
He edged into me gradually, inch by inch, never rushing, never forcing—just holding me there, suspended, until my body softened and yielded on its own.
“Yes,” I rasped.“It does.”
He rocked gently, not taking more, not giving less—letting the stretch settle, letting me open for him.
His hand closed around my breast—weighting it, squeezing, then tweaking my nipple until a moan tore free of me, silent and pleading.
I pressed my arse back, ignoring the frantic pounding beneath my sternum.
“Yes,” I gasped as his cock sank deeper.“Oh, yes. Rowan.”
His fingers circled my clit, forcing awareness—how wet I was, how swollen, how far gone.
Then his hand slid to my throat, pulling me back until I leaned fully against him, my head pressed to his.
“This is what you were made for,” he whispered.“Us.”
I nodded, though the grip at my throat limited the movement.
“Now take what I give you,” he growled.
He didn’t hold back. His hips drove forward—beautifully brutal—each thrust deeper than the last.
I cried out, wailed, begged for more.
My breasts shook with every violent pummel.
There was nowhere to go. His hand kept me fixed in place. My vision blurred. The cameras vanished from my mind.
This was where I needed to be.
“Show them how much you want my come in your arsehole,” he said.“How much you love feeling it drip out of your used hole.”
Faster. Deeper. He plunged into me.
Yes.
Yes.
