"You talk too much! Just put it inside me already, you asshole!"
Arthur's smirk vanished, replaced by a dark, predatory hunger. "As you wish."
He didn't give her a second to prepare. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh until they left white marks, and lined his cock up with her dripping entrance. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.
"Gaaaaah!"
Sol screamed, her back arching off the mattress, her toes curling painfully. The invasion was absolute. She was impossibly tight—a virgin tightness that felt like a vice grip around his shaft. Her inner walls clamped down on him, hot and wet, fluttering in shock.
"Fuck, you're tight," Arthur groaned, gritting his teeth as he held himself deep inside her, letting her adjust to his size. "Breathe, Sol. Breathe."
