Each powerful thrust from beneath forced the still-swollen base deeper, stretching her open around the thick ridge again and again.
The new angle was devastating. Every upward bang drove the knot against her cervix with crushing pressure.
She cried out louder, body jerking violently in his hold as the intense fullness pushed past anything she had ever felt.
Her stomach clenched hard; the overwhelming depth made her feel like she might be sick, the pressure so extreme it stole her breath and left her gasping between sobs.
Victor kept going—relentless, heavy thrusts from below that lifted her slightly with every impact before dragging her back down onto the knot. Her trembling only grew worse.
She squirmed and sobbed, nails digging into his chest, but he held her firmly in place and continued to fuck her through the overwhelming sensation, the wet, heavy sound of their bodies meeting filling the room with every deep, punishing stroke.
