The bite landed on her lower lip before she could form the next protest.
Sharp. Clean. His teeth closing on the soft flesh with the precise pressure of a man who knew exactly how hard was too hard and had chosen one step before that.
She whimpered.
Not a cry — a 'whimper', small and genuine and completely involuntary, the sound of a woman whose body had been receiving information all day and had run out of ways to categorize it.
He pulled back from the bite and drove his cock forward.
"'ANNGHH~!! KYAA— ST-STOP— IT'S TEARING— HHNNGH~!!'"
The stretch was 'total.'
Nothing in her body had prepared for this. Her pussy had been taken today, had been worked and filled and mapped by him over hours, and even that had been a revelation. But this — the tight, never-touched ring of her ass yielding under a girth that had no business being there — sent a signal up her spine that hit every nerve on the way and arrived in her skull as pure, white, overwhelming 'overload.'
Her toes curled.
