Without waiting for me to adjust to his size, he pulled out till all that was left was the tip and then he thrust back in.
He kept at that pace and my voice echoed in the room with saliva dripping from my opened mouth so soon, and my hands gripping hard on the sheets and the pillow.
Though it wasn't that fast, he was going so hard on me that I couldn't even try to stop him.
'I feel so full, dammit! He's fucking me so hard and yet I can't complain because it feels so good.'
He did not go past a certain point and kept thrusting with only half of his dick.
I guess I should be glad he wasn't forcing the entire thing in me. There was no telling how far he could go if he passed that certain wall blocking him from going further.
But my thoughts seemed to jinx it and I felt Noah stop. He wasn't thrusting so rigorously anymore. Rather, he was staring at my back with his eyes that held nothing more than the desire to devour me whole.
