Bael's hands grip my ass really hard, his fingers digging in so deep and tight that I know I'm going to have more bruises all over it tomorrow. He spreads my cheeks wide open as he slams his cock into me, the missionary position letting him go so fucking deep it feels like he's hitting my stomach. No matter how much I try to move or shift around, I can't get away from how completely full I am.
He pulls his cock almost all the way out, just the head still inside me, then drives back in with one hard thrust that knocks the air right out of my lungs. He sets a rough, punishing rhythm that has me gasping and fighting to breathe between every single thrust.
My hands grab onto the sheets under me, twisting and bunching up the fabric in my fingers as I try to hold onto something, anything, to keep myself steady against the nonstop pounding that's hitting every part of my body.
"Please," I manage to get out, the word barely coherent through my ragged breathing. "Please... stop..."
