In the dim light of that night, Lily hadn't fully grasped Jake's size, especially since he'd never removed his pants. What she'd glimpsed had seemed imposing, yes, but nothing like what confronted her now.

Under the unforgiving brightness of the room, Trevor's fully exposed length was terrifying. Thick as a club, darkened with blood to a deep crimson, with purple veins standing prominent against the shaft. It seemed impossibly longer than what she remembered from that night. How could she not be frightened?

This violated every principle of basic anatomy. Forget whether something that thick could even enter her—if it did, wouldn't it reach all the way to her stomach? No, no, no! She'd die!

Lily propped herself up on her elbows and began inching backward. Trevor had already noticed her terrified expression and retreat, but he paid it no mind, focused on finishing undressing himself.

Once her feet were on the bed, Lily tugged at her panties, trying to pull them up. But when Trevor kicked his pants away, she abandoned the effort, flipping over to crawl toward the foot of the bed, desperate to escape around him.

Her panic only intensified Trevor's predatory instinct. He grabbed her ankle with one swift motion, yanking her back just as she reached the edge.

"Ah!" Lily's hands slipped, and she fell flat against the mattress before being dragged backward.

Her dress had ridden up around her waist, exposing her smooth, pale buttocks—round and delicate as freshly peeled hard-boiled eggs. They jiggled slightly with the movement, making Trevor's eyes burn with desire.

While she was still on her stomach, he seized the neckline of her knit top, which had already slipped to her shoulders, and pulled it off, followed by her panties.

Lily gasped as Trevor's large hand gripped her shoulder, flipping her over like a fish in a pan. Then his hands moved downward, one grabbing each knee, spreading her legs apart and pulling her until her hips reached the edge of the bed.

Seeing her pink entrance pulsing with nervousness beneath him, Trevor clenched his jaw. He thrust forward, his thick length ramming against her center.

"Ugh..." A stifled groan escaped Trevor's throat—it hurt!

But this pain somehow relieved the other aching pressure threatening to burst within him, mixed with strange pleasure.

Lily cried out as pain shot through her core. She tried to move away, but Trevor's hands held her legs firmly at the edge of the bed. She couldn't move an inch, her legs suspended in air with no leverage to struggle.

Trevor thrust forward again, but this time without force. Instead, he positioned his large tip at her small entrance, sliding it up and down slightly to gather her wetness.

"Why are you running now? Isn't this what you wanted? Why shy away now?" Trevor's tense voice carried a dark, fierce undertone. His reddened gaze took in Lily's tear-moistened eyes, her swollen lips, her thin body trembling slightly, and her small hands clutching desperately at his wrists.

She looked so pitiful—so pitiful it made him want to be even rougher with her.

The thought barely formed before his body responded. The tip that had been merely teasing her entrance began thrusting against the soft opening, pushing harder with each movement.

Stinging pain spread through her, and Lily's fingers tightened around Trevor's wrist, still trembling. Feeling the massive intrusion pushing against her, she felt both miserable and terrified. She wanted to say she'd changed her mind, that she needed to go home and reconsider. But she didn't dare speak, only biting her lower lip and furrowing her brow as she endured, hoping that like last time, Trevor would get frustrated with the difficulty and send her away.

Last time, Trevor had exercised restraint upon discovering she was a virgin. But now, Trevor couldn't care less about her virginity—he only wanted to plunge into that hot, wet passage and feel those soft walls enveloping and gripping him.

Despite normally priding himself on his technique, Trevor now couldn't be bothered with foreplay. After several failed attempts to enter, just like that night, he pulled back slightly. His right hand released her leg, and his fingers once again pushed inside her.

"Ah!" Lily cried out, arching her back as Trevor's two fingers scissored inside her, stretching her. His thumb found the hardened nub at her center, pressing and circling it forcefully.

"Mmm—ahh—" Lily couldn't handle this stimulation. Her back arched up and down like a snake, her trembling legs bending and straightening in weak, futile resistance.

A rush of heat flowed from her, more urgent and plentiful than before. Trevor withdrew his fingers and pressed the two reddened folds apart, positioning himself again.

Eyes narrowed, he slid up and down once before pushing his tip into the exposed opening.

With the head halfway in, he could feel the wet heat, the suction against his most sensitive spot, making him furrow his brow as he forced himself deeper.

"It hurts!" Lily's body went rigid as she cried out, her voice breaking. This pain was different from before—it was tearing her apart!

"Take the pain—you asked for this," Trevor growled, thrusting forward brutally. With Lily's scream piercing the air, the most difficult part breached her narrow passage.