Not at all

Emily was still trembling, body limp against the wall, when Michael finally pulled his fingers free. The wet sound of it made her stomach twist with shame. She tried to turn, to shove past him, but his hand shot out and caught her chin, forcing her eyes back up to his.

“You came all over my hand,” he murmured, low and rough. “Now you’re gonna take my cock the same way.”

Her breath hitched. “No—Michael, please—”

But he was already shoving his shorts down. His cock sprang free, flushed and thick, the head slick with pre-cum. Emily’s heart lurched. It looked too big, impossibly so, and before she could twist away, he grabbed her hip and yanked her around.

Her palms hit the sink counter hard, cool porcelain against her skin. She gasped, trying to push back, but his chest pressed into her back, pinning her down. His cock slid between her thighs, smearing her slit, hot and heavy against the folds still swollen from the **** orgasm.

“No, don’t—” she cried, her voice cracking as he lined himself up.

Michael bent low, lips brushing her ear, his breath hot and taunting. “Last chance to tell me you don’t want this.”

“I don’t!” she sobbed. “I don’t—”

He pushed anyway.

The thick head spread her entrance wide, forcing past the resistance of her tight, clenching walls. Emily’s whole body jolted, her cry echoing sharp against the bathroom tiles. He groaned, hips pressing forward inch by inch, burying himself deeper despite her hands clawing at the counter, despite the tears running hot down her cheeks.

“Fuck,” he growled, voice thick with triumph. “You’re so tight… like your pussy’s **** me.”

Emily shook her head, gasping, her body arching as he bottomed out with a brutal thrust that made her see stars. Pain lanced through her core, hot and sharp, but beneath it was the same humiliating betrayal as before—her body trembling, heat still flickering low despite her **** refusal.

Pinned against the sink, stuffed full, she could barely breathe as Michael pulled back only to slam forward again, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the small, locked room.