Trevor had been restrained for far too long. Now, having tasted flesh, he couldn't care less that this was Lily's first time or whether she could handle his powerful thrusts, each one more relentless than the last.

The lubricant mixed with their fluids made his thick length glisten, allowing him to move without resistance. The mushroom-shaped head drove mercilessly into the tender flesh deep within Lily's core, withdrawing only to plunge back with even greater force, pounding that same sensitive spot repeatedly.

The stimulation was too intense. Lily, newly introduced to passion, couldn't bear it—especially given Trevor's impressive size.

There was no heavenly bliss for her, only the primal fear of being split open and the sharp, searing fullness that radiated from her most vulnerable place throughout her entire abdomen.

At first, she merely whimpered, but after Trevor had thrust relentlessly dozens of times, she couldn't take it anymore. Her hands pushed ineffectually against his arms that gripped her waist as she began to sob.

"It's too—ah!—too much—ah!—mmph!—it hurts—aah!—stop—please!"

Her cries were fragmented by his thrusts, each broken whimper clawing at Trevor's heart, paradoxically driving him to pound even harder.

The lubricant made it impossible for Trevor to distinguish whether the girl beneath him was in pleasure or genuine pain. Most women he'd been with cried out just as desperately when he took them this way, but that had always been from ecstasy.

His massive weapon pulled out slightly with each stroke, dragging tender pink flesh with it before driving back in, stretching every fold and crevice. Each thrust was like a battle campaign—claiming territory, conquering new ground.

Her depth was rare and perfect. With his size, shallower women could never accommodate his full length, always leaving a portion outside—unsatisfying and uncomfortable.

But Lily was different. When he was fully sheathed, his sensitive tip pressed perfectly against that soft spot at her deepest point. With enough force, he could slam against it, creating a friction that triggered primal urges to push through that resistance. Physiological and psychological desires blazed together, every cell in his body shouting with excitement...

Lily's voice grew hoarse from crying. Through tear-blurred vision, she watched the man who relentlessly drove in and out of her body. His jaw was clenched tight, his thin lips pressed together, his eyes bloodshot, pupils so dilated they appeared entirely black. He seemed deaf to her pleas, blind to her suffering.

She felt she might die from this—no, she was already dying. The discomfort was unbearable, the pain acute, her lower abdomen throbbing with acidic tension.

Just when Lily truly believed she couldn't survive another moment, Trevor's hands moved from her waist to her buttocks, lifting her hips higher as he began a rapid, shallow series of thrusts.

The range of motion decreased, but the impact intensified. Lily distinctly felt the monster inside her grow even larger, harder, like a burning brand searing her from within.

The force threatened to shatter her pelvis. Sharp, complex sensations flooded her all at once, causing her fingers to dig desperately into Trevor's arms as her shoulders and head pressed into the mattress, her chin tilted upward in a scream.

"Ahhh! AHHH!"

"Yes! Scream louder!" Trevor growled, his mind blank as he unleashed his overwhelming desire.

"Ahh—AHH—no, no more—AHHH!"

Her final cry was particularly anguished as Trevor's last powerful thrust breached that final resistance. Scorching heat erupted in waves of near-death pleasure, striking her tender flesh and causing spasmodic contractions around him.

Finally, he stopped. His brow furrowed, his hands unconsciously gripping her buttocks with bruising force as his ragged breathing gradually steadied. He savored the rhythmic pulses around him while looking down at the girl collapsed beneath him, her body twitching sporadically...

Trevor needed a full minute to regain his senses. That's when he realized—he hadn't worn a condom?

He had lost control so completely that he'd forgotten protection before finishing?

But wait—that wasn't the most important thing. What mattered more was... had that even lasted five minutes from start to finish?

Five minutes...

Like a thunderbolt, the realization struck Trevor. His face, still flushed at the edges, instantly drained of color.

Trevor and Lily's first time together, and he'd performed like a five-minute wonder. The humiliation cut deep.