He's a man with a hard-on

Glenn looked at Lara's terrified eyes and struggled to focus. He wanted to swear and cry, feeling more nervous than ever and yet harder than ever despite it.

He tried to pull back to give her some breathing room but, while it helped her a little it made him feel like his cock was about to explode, and not in a good way.

When he pulled Lara could feel the trapped blood in his cock swelling even larger, pulling back from her throat but growing wider and could see the pain it put him in. She gagged and choked in another breath before he couldn't keep pulling and slid back into her, feeling all the larger inside her. The little voice wanted to feel him inside her like this, but lower. The loud voice wanted him to remember the strap.

Glenn closed his eyes and tried to focus. Pulling wasn't going to work. He couldn't break steel with his cock, no matter how hard he felt. Then he remembered the motto that got him into the situation.

"Baby, I think..." he said, trying not to look at her face out of fear she would hate him, and quoted himself, "'Sometimes the only way forward is to say fuck it and keep going.' Maybe if I cum it'll go down."

Lara moaned and he gasped at the feeling on his oversensitized member. She wanted to scream at him for being stupid but the voices in her head rose in unison, one terrified and one jubilant. I'm going to be fucked to ****, and there's nothing I can do about it.

Glenn thrust forward.