"Always."
Without another word, she lowered herself onto him, impaling herself, his thick shaft sliding into her with a single motion.
She cried out, her inner walls stretching to accommodate him.
Ethan's eyes widened.
Her pussy was like a vise. Hot. Tight. Squeezing.
"Jesus..." he breathed.
Lilith's head fell back, her expression twisted with pleasure and pain. Her fingers dug into his skin, nails biting deep, leaving little crescent-shaped marks.
"God, that's good," she hissed.
The sight was beautiful.
Her body stretched, her curves gleaming with sweat, her muscles tight and straining.
And she wasn't holding back.
Not at all.
Her hips rolled, her inner walls flexing around him, and soon they were moving together.
It wasn't rough, not by any means, but the intensity was overwhelming.
"I love having you inside me," she whispered.
Ethan groaned, his breath coming fast, his hips bucking involuntarily.
