Free Takedown by Garnet Hart

at the sight that he bared. She reached down to cover her crotch, but he nudged her hand away and spread her legs wide.
    “Fuck, not a hair.” He spread her legs wider. “As pink as your nips.”
    Because she had to wax it regularly as a requirement for being an octagon girl. “Don’t make me wait,” she pleaded. If he only knew how much she was dying to be filled with him.
    “Patience, sweetheart,” he said and flicked at her clit. “You’ve seen how big I am. I have to make you wet.”
    All her senses were overflowing with pleasure, awakened by his finger teasing her clit. “I’m so wet already.”
    “Wet for my cock?” He glided his finger lower to her entrance and groaned as he felt how soaking wet she was. “Oh, sweetheart. Indeed, you already are.
    He thrust his finger around an inch deep inside her. She cried and arched her hips, needing him deeper. “Please,” she begged.
    He pinned her on the bed, his eyes just an inch above hers. Both of them were gasping hard. She felt the tip of his cock resting on her entrance. “You ready for me?”
    “Yes, Blaze. Please, I want it now.”
    “Let’s see how much you can take,” he said and pushed forward, slowly, but with enough force to drill his way inside her.
    She grabbed onto his arms for support. He was big. She could feel him stretching her so wide to the point of tearing her apart, filling her beyond the maximum capacity she could accommodate.
    She felt pain, but what the fuck.
    Pleasure surged over her, numbing away all traces of pain in her senses, until she could only moan and writhe underneath his solid body.
    It felt so good. The way his hardness rubbed against her inner walls, and the way it burned her insides made her feel like floating on cloud nine.
    “So fucking tight,” he gritted and groaned.
    She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. Pleasure was all around her. It controlled her. It reduced her to a willing receptacle of his lustful desires, eager for anything that he wanted to do with her body.
    “Open your eyes,” he demanded. “I want to watch them while I fuck you.”
    It was a struggle to keep her eyes open, but she did it for him. She was willing to do anything for him, as long as he kept her filled with this much pleasure, with this much bliss.
    Finally, he stopped. She could tell there was no more room for him to move forward to.
    “B-blaze,” she finally managed to whisper. “It’s so… good.”
    “Yes,” he replied and began to move in and out of her, slowly and gently. He held her breast with one hand and squeezed it while thrusting deeper. “There’s more, Megan. Take me deeper.”
    She circled her legs around his waist. It opened more room for his deeper thrusts. “Why does it feel so good?” she asked.
    “Because it feels so damn good,” he replied and thrust harder, sinking deeper and deeper inside her.
    Instead of pain, another jolt of pleasure stabbed her. She cried. “Yes, that’s it. Harder.”
    He did, and she cried louder, gasping and moaning in absolute, raw pleasure. “Yes!”
    By her persistent urging, he kept increasing his force and speed, until he was practically ramming into her. The bed screeched underneath them.
    “Fuck, Megan!” he grunted. “I am so deep inside you.”
    She rolled her head from side to side on her pillow. She could hear him, but her body had been too filled up with pleasure that she felt like she was about to burst. She was on the edge.
    “Let it go, sweetheart,” he urged. That’s when she understood why he wanted her to keep her eyes open. He could practically see everything in them, including her oncoming climax. “Come for me.”
    At his command, her orgasm burst out inside her. Her body jerked off the bed, and he took the opportunity to drive harder into her.
    He growled as every inch of his hard flesh bore its way into the deepest part of her.
    She tried to scream, but no sound came out of her mouth. She writhed wildly underneath him.
    She needed