8
EMILY
He was too big. God, Xander’s… c**k was much too large to fit inside me. Frank had been small in comparison to Simon’s and Rhys’ c***s I’d seen inadvertently earlier, but Xander…
His c**k was thick and long with a plum-colored head. Thick veins ran up the length of it when he’d gripped the base. It was stretching me open, stretching me wide… so wide I squirmed and tried to lift myself off, but Tyler held my hips still and was working me lower and lower.
I clawed at Xander’s shoulders, frightened. “I don’t want it.”
Tyler’s hands disappeared and Xander’s big hand cupped my jaw. It was so warm and I could feel the rough calluses on his palm. “Stop moving,” he commanded.
I stilled, with only part of him filling me. The bite of his words gave me focus, something to pay attention
