Chapter Nine
AlisonHis c**k is enormous. Seriously. Enormous. And beautiful. All I can do is stare- at the flared crown, deep and dark, nearly purple, at the pulsing vein along his shaft, at the thick length of it. My mouth waters to taste it, more, I want it inside me so bad, that I can feel the ache building in my cunt again. The sensation surprises me. I’m unprepared for the hot lick of desire lashing at my n*****s and racing down to my clit. “W-we are?” I stammer, flicking my gaze to his, then back to his c**k, and up to his eyes again. He’s dead serious.
He glances at the old-fashioned clock on my bedside table, then looms over me, his c**k coming to rest on my belly. “It’s barely eight. What part of all night didn’t you understand?”
My body thrills at his declaration even as I won
