Then his cock presses against me.
Thick.Hot.There’s no teasing now.
He pushes in—slow—the stretch immediate, searing, divine.I gasp, fists twisting in the sheets.My mouth falls open with a broken moan.
“Fuck, babe,” he groans behind me, voice raw.“You’re tight.You’re taking me so fucking well.”
He inches deeper, relentless and slow, feeding his cock into me like he’s branding me from the inside out.
“You were made for this,” he whispers.“For me.For my cock.You know that?”
“Yes,” I gasp.“Cally—yes.”
I feel every inch of him as he bottoms out, buried deep, my body shaking from the pressure, the fullness.
He stills there, chest heaving, hands gripping my hips like he needs to hold himself back from ruining me.
“Fuck,” he pants.“You’re squeezing me.Like your hole knows who I am.”
“Please,” I whisper.
“What do you need, Monty?”
I push back against him, desperate.“Faster.Harder.I can take it.I want to take it.”
He leans over me, chest pressed to my back, one hand gripping the back of my neck.
“You want to get bred like this?”he growls into my ear.“Want me to fuck my cum into you so deep you’ll feel it for days?”
“Yes.”I’m panting now.Begging.“God, yes.Fill me.Make me yours.”
His hips pull back—just an inch—and then slam forward.I cry out.
“Say it again,” he demands.
“Fuck me hard, Cally.Use me.Fill me up.”
And he does.
He fucks me with full, punishing thrusts now—deep, precise, like he’s staking a claim inside my body.His grip on my hips bruises.His cock drives into me over and over, thick and hard and perfect.
“You’re taking me so fucking well,” he grits.“Greedy little hole.You like this, don’t you?”
“I love it,” I gasp.“I want all of it.I want you dripping out of me.”
A broken groan rips from his throat.
“You’re gonna take my load,” he growls.“Every drop.I’m gonna fill you up and you’re not gonna waste a fucking ounce.”
My vision goes white.
My body tightens.
I’m so close—on the edge from just being used, worshipped, filled.My cock untouched, weeping against the sheets.And still, all I can think about is him—his cock inside me, his voice in my ear, the promise of what’s coming next.
His cum.
His claim.
