The kiss was messy, desperate, all teeth and tongue while his hips rolled forward. The fat head of his cock pressed insistently against my hole, slick and insistent, stretching the already tender ring of muscle until it gave with a slow, burning pop.
I gasped into his mouth as he pushed in, inch by thick, relentless inch, deeper than last time, or maybe it only felt that way because of the angle, the way gravity and his grip forced me to take every brutal centimeter. The stretch was familiar yet devastatingly different: wider, fuller, the pressure blooming outward until I felt stuffed to the point of tears.
My rim fluttered helplessly around his shaft, trying to adjust, failing spectacularly as he kept sinking until his hips met my ass and he was buried to the root.
We both froze then, breathing hard against each other's mouths. My chest heaved, lungs burning; his breath fanned hot across my swollen lips.
