Ethan was still throbbing, fully hard, when he stepped between Brooke's spread legs. Eyes locked on hers. No hesitation. With a single, heavy grunt, he slammed into her, filling her completely in one powerful stroke.
Brooke's eyes blew wide. Not just pleasure—there was a raw mix of shock and pain on her face. A loud moan, almost a full-bodied scream, tore out of her.
The sheer size of Ethan's cock was overwhelming; it stretched her right to the edge. For a split second, she felt that searing tightness, like a virgin again, her body fighting to take him.
Ethan, deep in his own haze of power and arousal, didn't seem to notice the initial discomfort. He started moving, his hips piston-driving into her. Brooke bit her lip, sinking her teeth into the soft flesh to try and stifle the cries. A moment later, she shifted the bite, sinking her nails into Ethan's shoulder blades. The pain, the sight of her marks on him—that only fueled Ethan's excitement.
