Chapter 4
Jack stood, rigid with shock, as Demi whipped down his shorts. Was this a joke? Or was she going to bite his pecker clean off? He was sure about one thing. Even though he had just barely managed to keep her from choking him out, she was absolutely infuriated by her failure to do so. Her face was twisted in a combination of anger mixed with mockery.
But then something changed. She blinked, staring at his c**k. “Wow. Nice.” She ran a finger down the side of his length. “You’ve been packing, Jack. How big is this?”
“As big as it needs to be,” he managed to choke out as he twitched. Ever since he was in junior high, his size had gotten him odd looks in the locker room. Odd looks, and on occasion, a proposition that he really wasn’t comfortable handling. “Eight inches,” he admitted
