He is not done

Amelia gasped as John suddenly withdrew from her, her body still trembling from the violent intrusion. "At least it's over," she whimpered, her voice raw from screaming.

John let out a cruel laugh, his cock still painfully hard, glistening with her wetness and his own release. "Oh, sweet little Amelia," he sneered, gripping her hips with bruising ****. "I told you...you have three holes."

Before she could protest, he flipped her onto her stomach, pressing her face into the mattress. His fingers dug into her ass, spreading her cheeks as he lined himself up with her tight, untouched entrance.

Amelia's body went limp beneath him, her muscles slack with exhaustion and defeat. She didn't have the strength left to fight—not when his fingers were already prying her open, not when she could feel the swollen head of his cock pressing against that forbidden entrance. A broken whimper escaped her lips as he pushed forward, the stretch unbearable, the burn white-hot as he **** his way inside her tight resistance.

Tears soaked the sheets beneath her face as he bottomed out, his hips flush against her trembling ass. Every shallow breath she took only made the intrusion more pronounced, the fullness overwhelming. John groaned above her, savoring the way her body clenched around him, how she shuddered with each slight movement.

Tears soaked the sheets beneath her face as he bottomed out, his hips flush against her trembling ass. Every shallow breath she took only made the intrusion more pronounced, the fullness overwhelming. John groaned above her, savoring the way her body clenched around him, how she shuddered with each slight movement."

His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled back slowly...agonizingly, only to slam forward again, forcing a choked scream from Amelia’s throat. The pain was searing, sharp enough to blur her vision, but beneath it, a sickening pulse of unwanted heat coiled low in her stomach.