She hated me, but she’d hate my child even more.
“Silas,” I whispered—half plea, half disbelief.
His grip tightened on my thighs as he pulled back. His mouth and chin were slick with me, shining under the low light.
“Yes?” he purred, straightening.
My eyes dropped—and somehow, he looked even bigger. The tip flushed a furious red, bold against the thick, veined length that stood proud from the neatly trimmed hair at his base. His balls hung low, full and heavy.
It was madness.
But I wanted it—allof it.
I released my legs and trailed my hands to my breasts, cupping them, squeezing them together until his lips parted. Pure satisfaction coursed through me when a single clear droplet leaked out from him and slowly dripped down the head.
I rubbed my nipples, hissing as the sensation made my insides clench.
He shook his head, dazed, but he couldn't tear his eyes from me.
“So desperate to be my little toy,” he growled. “Let me give you what you’re aching for. Stretch you open. Fill you to the fucking brim. Teach you what it means to belong to a man like me.”
My legs trembled at the sound of his voice—low, rough, dangerous. I should’ve been scared. Instead, I burned for him.
He moved in closer, and I held my breath. This was it. This was the moment.
Instead, he dragged the thick length of himself along my slit—slow, taunting strokes that left me trembling. Every brush made me twitch. Made me ache.
“Please, Silas,” I choked out, voice hoarse, broken. “Please…”
He stilled. The teasing stopped. I sighed in relief.
Then he exhaled hard, like he was the one in pain. His hand wrapped around himself, and he angled his cock to my entrance.
“You poor, desperate thing,” he rasped. “Crying for me already?”
I nodded frantically, every inch of me trembling. For him.
His voice dropped, so low it barely made it past his teeth.
“I’ll give you what you need. But you remember this—once I’m inside, you’re mine.”
And then he pushed. It was slow and heavy.
Stretching me open until my cry broke the silence.
He didn’t stop.
Didn’t flinch.
He filled me like he’d meant to from the very beginning.
“Shh,” he murmured, lips at my ear. “You’re doing so well. Taking me, just like a good little toy.”
I gripped the sheets as he nudged at the barrier, gasping as the pressure built.
“Shh. Take it,” he said with a grimace.
He fell over me, staring into my eyes.
