I took one of her hands and pressed it to the front of my jeans where my c**k was so hard, it pressed insistently against the zipper. “This is what you do to me.”
Rachel lowered her gaze to the front of my pants. “Can I see?”
Fuck. She was asking to see my c**k.
Fuck.“Take it out.” My voice was husky, barely above a growl. And my self-control was gone.
She bit into that lush lower lip, and then as my gaze followed her movements, she looked me over. When she finally reached for the front of my pants, her eyes grew large, her expression determined. She undid the button and slowly drew down the zipper. I wasn’t wearing boxers, and so the second my pants were opened, my erection sprang free to greet her. Hot and hard and swollen as f**k. Not a thing I could do about that, though.
Rachel m
