It was already a little painful. Due to his height, it is clear that he had a large size below.

You teased him about being a hot-tempered psycho, and at first he even played along, teasing you back. But towards the end of the day, it began to irritate him. His irritation boiled over when he pinned you to the wall by the throat, and a smug smile spread across his face. "I'm the psycho, right? Well, at least I'm not the one who asks for trouble?" And in a couple of minutes, your cheek was pressed against the wall, while his cock plunged deep into you. He moved slowly, but deeply. He ran his hand through your hair, and squeezed weakly, tilting you slightly towards himself in order to look into your eyes. Into your shameless eyes. "Oh, where are you trying to escape? Is it from me? Are you afraid of me?" he asked, his other hand squeezing your ass cheek and slapping it, leaving a warm, faintly pink handprint. He rubbed your aching flesh, soothing the burning pain. "Oh my." He let go of your hair, then placed both palms on your hips, guiding your ass cheeks to his rhythmic thrusts.

It's not even clear if it hurts or feels good...