He was thrusting to the hilt

Lewis did so, was rewarded by a deep moan from Lacey as he was able to thrust another inch into her.

?Ooooo, yes Lewis!? ... ?Mmmm, yes Lewis. You can start by thrusting a bit harder to get that last inch in.?

?I won't hurt you??

?No, I can take it.?

Lewis did as she asked, and about a dozen strokes later he was thrusting to the hilt. He was rewarded by a panted,

"Unhhh ... shit ... that's deep."

Lewis couldn't resist saying, "I thought black girls were used to big cocks."

This earned him a glare for a moment, but Lacey couldn't sustain it against his deep, relentless strokes, and closed her eyes again.

He thrust, and then the delicious black girl said, in a rather breathless voice. ?Put my legs over your shoulders, Lewis.?

He paused while buried to the hilt, hooked an arm under the knee of one long slender leg, and brought it up to rest the calf on his shoulder. Repeating the action with the other leg, Lewis found this now left him with an inch to spare, so he slowly pushed that into her.

Her eyes widened as he drilled deeper than ever before.