Chapter 22

And then he pressed the fat head of his cock against me and pushed inside, slowly, gently, but never stopping. The stretch and burn had me hissing, but Dylan trusted what I’d said, and he read my body, because he kept going until he was all the way in. Then he started shallow easy thrusts, not enough to hurt, but to keep me on edge while I adjusted to his girth.

As my body relaxed around him, he picked up the pace, seeking the perfect spot until I wailed and clamped down around him. He let out a smug-sounding grunt, then hammered at me, nailing my gland with every thrust in and every pull out.