“Then feel it.”
And I drove inside him, slowly but firmly, not meeting any resistance.
A guttural wail cut through the air.
“Jesus fucking Christ! Aaah. Aaaaah!” I thrust in and out and circled my hips, stretching him. “Terrance. Ugh. Augh. You…weren’t…fucking exaggerating.”
“No. I wasn’t.”
“Slow down. Give me all of it but slowly. Holy…fuck!”
I gave him measured strokes, in and out, from the crown to the root, and he moaned happily.
“Yeah. I’m going to come my brains out. Keep going just like that. Fuck, I love your dick.”
When his ass began clenching, I let go and spilled inside him.
With a fresh towelwrapped around his hips, Zach sat on my sofa with a glass of sparkling wine I’d offered him, his legs folded to the side.
“You handled it beautifully for a first-timer,” he said, smiling.
I couldn’t help but snort at the praise. “Thank you, I guess?”
“And those were indeed eight inches.”
“Why would I lie when you were about to find out anyway?”
“You’d be surprised how many guys will exaggerate their size even as you have their pecker in your mouth. Not that size matters all that much.”
“Why did you ask if it doesn’t matter?”
“I was blindfolded. I wanted to be prepared.”
“Oh. That makes sense.”
“How are you feeling?”
The question caught me off guard. “Good? A little confused. Um. I’m not used to this.” I gestured between us.
Eyeing me over the rim of his glass, Zach smiled at me. “Why did you hire me?”
“I work six days a week and stay at my employer’s place. Sundays are my only free day. My fuck buddy bailed on me, and I find myself frustrated, tired, and with no time to date.”
“That sucks. Do you at least like the job?”
“The pay is great. My current client is a handful, though.”
“And you’re always free on Sundays?”
I scanned his pretty features and lingered on his pink, puffy nipples. “I’d like to do this again next week if you want.”
“I want. But you must book me through the app.”
I reached for my phone and quickly sent a request for next Sunday.
Zach watched me, grinning smugly.
“We have one hour left. What would you like to do to me?”
