"Addictive," he says.
Then he's positioning himself over me, his massive frame blocking out everything else.
His cock is so hard it's pressed flat against his stomach, the ridges along the shaft glistening with pre-cum.
He wraps one hand around the base, guiding the thick head to my entrance.
"Look at me," he says.
I do.
His eyes are molten gold. Burning.
"This will change everything," he says. "Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"You will be mine."
"I know."
"Forever."
"I know."
He pushes forward.
The stretch is immediate. Overwhelming.
The head of his cock breaches my entrance, and the sensation is so intense I can't breathe.
"Breathe," he says. "Tamsin. Breathe."
I drag in a shaky breath.
He pushes forward another inch.
The ridges along his shaft catch on my inner walls, creating a friction that's almost painful.
Almost.
"More," I gasp.
"You cannot—"
"More."
He obeys.
He pushes forward slowly, carefully, sinking deeper with every thrust. My pussy stretches around him, my walls clenching tightly as he fills me inch by devastating inch.
It's too much.
It's not enough.
It'sperfect.
When he's fully seated inside me, we both freeze.
