"'Heracles' teeth, Twyla. You're like an oven.' He was practically panting. 'When you're stretched, I'm going to take you like a bull. Like a locomotive.' Another half inch. 'Fuck.' He stopped, swelling inside me, stretching me until I gasped. 'You're so hot... so tight... I'm coming.' He sucked in a couple breaths. 'Damn me, I'm coming now.'
He arched back until all I could see were the sinews standing out on his arms and the muscles of his chest, clenched so tightly they were almost white. Hot fluid filled me in a rush. I felt each hard spurt from his tight balls, several inches back on my buttocks. He still hadn't fully sheathed himself. It went on and on, until the fluid splashed out onto my thighs. He groaned and purred the entire time."
The Bite of Silence -- Mary Hughes