"Ahh—"
The sound tore out of her before she could catch it, raw and far too loud for a locked stall.
Naomi's spine arched hard. Her vision blurred at the edges, a shuddering gasp tearing through her parted lips as her fingers scraped uselessly across the porcelain lid.
The pain arrived with the stretch, deep and spreading, as if he were opening a place in her that had never been asked to take this much. She was wet, and it still felt like being split. Every inch forced her wider than she had ever been, a burning fullness that ran from the tight ring of her entrance all the way up through her belly until her thighs shook and her breath would not come right.
Every instinct in her screamed to shove him back, to get that thickness out of her before it tore her any further, but pride held her in place. She clenched her teeth and forced the thought down, fingers locked so hard on the toilet lid that the porcelain creaked under her grip.
Above her, Alex noticed all of it.
