Ross groaned low in his throat, feeling her flutter and milk him. He held still again—letting her ride the aftershocks—until her breathing steadied just enough.
Then he gave her the rest.
One long, unrelenting push.
The final inches sank home—slow, deep, merciless—until his hips met the curve of her ass and he was buried to the hilt.
Fifteen thick inches filled her completely; the blunt head kissed her cervix, stretching her so wide her pussy lips were pulled taut around his base, clinging obscenely.
Anita's whole body seized—back arching sharply, mouth falling open in a silent scream that finally broke into a long, trembling wail.
"Ohhhh… fuuuck… Ross… I can't… it's too deep…"
But she didn't push him away.
Her hips rocked—tiny, helpless circles—grinding herself on him, feeling every pulsing vein, every ridge, the heavy weight of his balls pressed against her clit.
