Cara's body was desperately trying to accommodate him, to mold itself to his size.
She could feel herself stretching wider and deeper than nature intended, every inch of his cock pulsing inside her like a living beast.
Her chest heaved with shallow breaths as she looked up at him.
"It's… it's too much, D," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Ross leaned down and kissed her forehead gently.
"You're doing so good, Cara. Just breathe. Let your body take it. It will adjust in time.
His voice, low and soothing, calmed her frayed nerves even as her pussy throbbed painfully around his length.
The initial burn was still there, but something was shifting.
Little by little, her body was beginning to adapt. The sharp edges of the pain dulled, softened, and in its place bloomed something else—something warm, electric.
The sense of being owned.
She'd never felt this full, this helpless, this claimed.
