Her voice was soft, trembling with both shame and desperation.
Damien smirked at once, the sound of her begging igniting a surge of lust in his chest. His cock twitched in response, throbbing against her wet entrance.
He tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes locking on her flushed face. "Put what in…?" he whispered mockingly, dragging the moment out even longer.
Claire's breath hitched sharply. She bit her lip so hard it nearly drew blood, her trembling hands clutching at the sheets. After a moment of silence, she finally forced the words out in a quivering whisper.
"Your cock…" she muttered, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible. "Put it in… my pussy… please…"
As she spoke those words, her whole body trembled. Her folds glistened with love juices, the slickness dripping down her thighs, staining the sheets beneath her.
Damien's smirk turned wicked. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against her ear as he whispered, "Gladly."
Without another word, he pushed forward.
His thick length slid into her in one slow, steady thrust. The moment his tip breached her folds, Claire's moan tore through the room, high-pitched and desperate.
"Ahhhhhh!" she cried out, her back arching violently off the bed. Her hands flew to his shoulders, clutching at him with desperate strength as her body trembled.
The tight heat of her pussy wrapped around his cock, squeezing him in a way that made his own breath hitch. She was so wet that he slid in smoothly, but the snugness of her insides clamped down on him as though she was made to take only him.
Claire's body convulsed almost instantly, overwhelmed by the sheer sensation of being filled. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around him, and within moments, she reached a mini-orgasm.
Her moans grew louder, shameless and uncontrolled, echoing through the room.
"Ahhh! Damien…! Damien!" she cried, her nails digging into his skin as her body shuddered violently.
She felt utterly filled, every nerve in her body alight with pleasure. Her pussy twitched, convulsing around his length, milking him as though her body refused to let him go.
Damien gritted his teeth, a groan rumbling from his throat at the sensation of her orgasm squeezing him so tightly.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, but instead of kissing, he murmured teasingly:
"You're shouting… You'll wake Nora up."
Claire's eyes widened at his words, shock slicing through the haze of pleasure.
Her flushed face froze, and she immediately tried to suppress her voice, muffling her next moan against her bitten lip.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, her gaze dropped downward.
And what she saw made her breath hitch sharply.
Damien's cock—thick, hard, and veined—was buried deep into her slick folds, glistening with her juices.
Her pussy lips stretched around him, clinging to his shaft like it never wanted to let go.
But what truly shocked her was that it wasn't even fully inside yet.
She gasped, trembling violently, her hands clutching at his shoulders again. Her voice quivered as she muttered faintly, almost in disbelief, "It… it isn't fully in… yet?"
Her words carried both fear and anticipation, her trembling body betraying the truth—she wanted it all, even if the thought of it terrified her.
Damien chuckled lowly, the sound dark and teasing. His eyes glinted with amusement as he looked down at her trembling form, and the smirk on his face widened even further.
Claire gulped, her throat tightening as the raw sensation of Damien's thick length throbbed inside her, even though she could see with her own eyes that he hadn't even put it all the way in yet.
Her chest rose and fell erratically, breasts heaving, nipples stiffened to sharp points that tingled with the slightest shift of air.
She tried to steady her breath, but the thought that hammered into her skull left her trembling:
'He hasn't even fully put it in… and yet, I'm already so filled.' she thought, softly biting her lips.
Her walls were stretched beyond anything she'd ever remembered, gripping him tightly, clenching with a mixture of fear and desperate lust.
A wave of shameful arousal rushed through her body, making her thighs quiver, her folds gush with more wetness.
She could feel his shaft pulsing, radiating heat like a rod forged from molten steel, pressing deep into her velvet channel.
'If I feel this stuffed already… then how… how will I even handle him when his whole length finally enters me?'
Her nails dug into the sheets, her lips trembling as that forbidden thought consumed her. She didn't have to wonder for long.
Damien, with that confident smirk painted across his lips, tightened his grip on her hips and thrusted the rest of his cock inside her.
Claire's head snapped back instantly, a loud, unrestrained moan tearing itself out of her throat.
Her body trembled violently, her toes curling, her thighs tightening around his waist in reflex. The sheer fullness made her body shake with bliss.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, the whites showing as her pupils vanished in the haze of ecstasy.
Her lips parted, gasping soundlessly for a moment before another scream of pleasure ripped itself out of her lungs.
The overwhelming shock of being entirely filled made her mind go blank—nothing existed anymore but Damien's cock buried to the hilt inside her.
Damien grunted, his jaw tightening, his chest heaving as he felt her hot, wet, silky walls clenching desperately around his rod.
He groaned low in his throat, his voice husky, the raw pleasure threatening to steal away his composure.
'She's so damn tight,' he thought, eyes narrowing with carnal delight. 'Claire might have given birth before, but her pussy… fuck, it's still this tight and creamy.'
The contrast struck him hard—the forbidden allure of a mature woman's body, supple yet ripe, dripping yet resisting, opening for him alone. It was intoxicating.
Pah!
He pulled back slowly, dragging his cock against every fold of her soaked inner walls, and then thrust in again, harder, deeper, until the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room.