Chapter 5 Manners

His thick and long fingers drove into her without mercy, thrusting in a relentless rhythm that made her walls clench and flutter around him.

Each stroke pushed deeper, wetter, the lewd sound of her body taking him growing louder with every pass.

The heat that had been building low in her belly suddenly flared, spreading like wildfire through her limbs. Overwhelmed, Wren shoved at his shoulders in panic, trying to create space, to escape the too-intense pleasure. He did not move an inch. His body was solid muscle and unyielding strength; her struggles only made him chuckle darkly against her throat.

"Where do you think you're going?" he murmured, voice thick with amusement. "Your cunt is sucking my fingers in like it never wants to let go. Listen to how greedy it is."

She twisted beneath him, nails scraping down his back, shaking her head even as her hips betrayed her and rolled into his hand.

The sensation climbed higher, sharper, until it felt as though she stood at the very edge of a cliff.

"She wondered what on earth did she do to provoked this beast of a man"

His fingers curled hard against that sensitive place inside her and rubbed without pause. Fireworks exploded behind her eyes.

Wren's back arched sharply off the bed, mouth falling open in a silent cry that quickly became a broken, high moan. Her inner walls spasmed around his fingers in tight, rhythmic pulses. Wetness flooded his hand as the climax tore through her, leaving her trembling and gasping, clinging to him because her legs had turned to water.

She collapsed against his chest, shaking, the aftershocks still rippling through her. Tears of sheer overload clung to her lashes. It was the first time in her life she had ever lost control of her own body so completely.

The man watched her with open satisfaction, the corner of his mouth curling.

"There it is," he drawled, slow and shameless. "Your first real orgasm… and it was all over my fingers. Didn't that feel good, little one? Your whole body is still twitching."

Before she could answer, those same fingers slid upward and found the swollen bud above her entrance. He circled it once, twice—then pressed firmly.

Wren jolted as if struck by lightning.

"Stop—stop, it's too much—" she pleaded, voice cracking.

He ignored her completely. Pinning her hips to the mattress with one heavy arm, he rubbed her clit in tight, merciless circles until a second, sharper climax ripped through her almost immediately.

She cried out, fists twisting in the sheets, knuckles white.

While she was still shaking, he captured her open mouth in a deep, claiming kiss, tongue sliding against hers as if he meant to swallow every broken sound she made.

Only then did she realize her ruined underwear had been peeled completely away. Cool air touched her bare, glistening flesh. Instinct made her try to close her legs, but his hands were already there—spreading her wide, holding her open so he could look his fill.

Wren burned with humiliation. No one had ever seen her like this. Fully exposed. Dripping. Helpless.

He stared without a shred of shame, golden-silver eyes dark with hunger.

"Look at this pretty little cunt," he said, voice low and filthy. "Almost bare… soft pink folds all swollen and shiny for me. Were you born this smooth, or do you keep yourself like this on purpose?"

She could only manage a shaky nod, too mortified to speak.

He hummed in approval, long fingers gently parting her outer lips so he could examine every detail. The casual ownership in the gesture made her stomach flip.

"Fuck. I like it more than I expected." His voice had gone rougher. "I'm going to enjoy tasting every inch of this later. But first…"

He rose onto his knees and shoved his trousers down. Wren's eyes went wide.

She had known he was large—his entire frame was built on a different scale—but the thick, heavily veined length that sprang free was still a shock.

The flushed head already glistened, and when he guided it against her thigh the heat of it felt scorching.

He laughed softly at her expression, rubbing the heavy shaft slowly along the soft skin of her inner thigh, leaving a wet trail.

"Surprised?" he teased, eyes gleaming. "This is what you've done to me. All that squirming and clenching and coming on my fingers… my cock is aching for you now. You're going to take responsibility and let him in."

Wren clutched at the sheets, voice small and frightened.

"No—how am I supposed to—that won't fit—"

"It will." His tone was pure dark confidence. "You're wet enough. And I plan to go slow… at first."

He notched the broad head against her entrance and pressed forward. Even just the tip stretched her significantly; the pressure was intense, bordering on too much. She sucked in a sharp breath, eyes stinging.

He exhaled through his teeth, jaw tight with restraint.

"So fucking tight," he growled. "Your cunt is trying to push me out already… but it's going to learn to take every inch."

Inch by careful inch he sank deeper, watching her face the entire time. When tears gathered at the corners of her eyes he paused, brushing one away with his thumb even as he remained buried halfway inside her.

Wren's voice came out shaky. "D-did you… put it all in?"

"How could it fit all of it ...her small hole had fit that large meat.

" she was incredible" she never thought she was capable of such a thing.

Looking at her cute silly smile, he gave a slight push, his smile was pure wickedness.

"Not even close, sweetheart."

"Don't underestimate me little dove"

"I told you signed a deal with a devil, he leaned down, lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "There's still so much more of me left. And you're going to feel every single bit of it."

With that, he rolled his hips and pushed forward until he was seated to the hilt, filling her completely.