"Beg for it," he said again.
Tasha's breath came out shaky. Her eyes were wide, desperate, locked on his.
"Please," she said quietly.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me."
He pushed in.
Slow. Steady. The head of his cock sliding past her entrance, stretching her, filling her inch by inch.
Tasha's mouth fell open. Her back arched off the bed, her spine curving away from the mattress.
"Oh— oh fuck—"
He kept going.
Slow and deliberate.
Watching her face the whole time, the way her eyes squeezed shut, the way her lips stayed parted, the way her breathing stopped completely for a moment before coming back in short gasps.
When he was fully inside, buried to the base, he stopped.
She was so tight. So warm. Her pussy gripping him like it didn't want to let go, pulsing around him in small involuntary contractions.
'It doesn't hurt anymore,' she thought to herself, almost surprised. Her eyes opened, finding his.
He looked down at her. "What?"
