Shame flooded me, hot and bright. I'm coming so easily, like— like— I couldn't control it. But Malcolm didn't seem to mind. If anything, he seemed pleased, his fingers still working me, fucking me faster, and I was suddenly craving more. The fingers aren't enough. I need— I need— But I couldn't say it, my mouth still tied, so all I could do was whimper, my hips rocking against his hand.
Finally, he pulled his fingers out, and I whined, the emptiness almost unbearable. He chuckled softly, positioning himself between my legs, his cock pressed against my entrance. "Shh, baby," he murmured, his voice soothing. "I've got you."
Then he was pushing in, slowly, so slowly, and I gasped, the stretch intense but not painful. He was big, so big, but he was careful, letting me adjust with every inch until he was fully inside me. Oh god. Oh god. The sensation was overwhelming, my body stretched to its limit, but there was no pain, just a deep, aching fullness that left me breathless.
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