"Hmmmp!"
Colleen tried to scream, but her voice was swallowed by Ross's mouth.
His lips crashed against hers again, aggressive and unrelenting, silencing her pain as if even that didn't belong to her anymore.
Her muffled cries dissolved into the heat of his kiss while her nails scraped uselessly against his shoulders.
Her body trembled, torn between agony and something else she didn't want to name.
Ross pulled back just slightly, enough to shift his stance.
Then his cock slid out, slowly, dragging against her stretched inner walls until only the thick, pulsing head remained lodged at her entrance.
For a moment, she could breathe again.
She wanted to believe he would stop, that maybe he had changed his mind—maybe he had seen the tears in her eyes.
But he hadn't.
With a deep growl, Ross drove his cock back into her, not as violently as before, but with a deliberate, slow force that filled her completely once more.
