My lips part; breath leaves me in a hitched gasp. “Wow.” It’s the only thing I can say.
He’s… massive. Flushed at the tip, veins curving down the sides. His cock rests heavy in his hand and it’s already more than I’ve ever imagined, more than I’ve ever seen. Every part of me locks up, too hot and alive.
Dom strokes himself once, slow and lazy. “You know where this is going, don’t you?” he says, hand dragging from base to tip.
My mouth goes dry, my thighs clench. Because of course I do. Still, I whisper, “Tell me.”
He leans in slowly, one hand braced beside my head, the other still stroking—thick, heavy, ready. The head of his cock brushes my stomach as he looms over me. Instead of speaking, he shows me. He drags the thick head through my pussy, pressing it against me without pushing in—letting me feel it.
“Oh God,” I choke, my eyes fluttering shut. And it hits me, full force, what this means.
That’s going inside me. Me.
I grip the sheets, eyes flying open, breath hitching as he keeps stroking himself on me, gaze fixed on my face like he’s cataloging every reaction.
“This doesn’t stop with kissing and grinding, Jessica,” he murmurs, his voice threaded with amusement.
I open my mouth to be smart, to bite back, but only manage a shaky breath. “You want this?” His eyes hold mine.
“Yes.” I nod.
“You gonna be a good little menace?”
“Yes. Yes, I will.” I nod again, more desperately.
“I don’t believe you.” He tilts his head. “Show me.”
“Show you?” I blink, confused.
“Spread yourself for me, Jessica. Show me how wet you are.”
Heat shoots up my neck and cheeks, but shame is gone. My pulse pounds like a war drum as I swallow, then slowly reach down, heart in my throat. I slide my hands down my thighs and place my fingers on each side of my pussy. Every muscle locks as I part them just far enough to spread myself for him.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t look at him, but I feel him looking.
The sound that comes out of him is a low groan that moves through me. “Fuck me. That’s right,” he rasps. “That’s my good girl. Keep that little pussy open for me.”
My head spins. Then, like a beast accepting an offering, he shifts forward and drags the thick length of himself over my exposed center again. My hips jerk, my thighs clench, and my moan is shameless, high and needy.
“You gonna let me in?” he groans, deep in his chest.
I nod frantically, lips parted.
He’s sliding his cock against my pussy, letting the thick head nudge my clit until I’m writhing, everymuscle tight. He leans over me, hand braced beside my head, and his cock presses at my entrance—threatening and promising, resting there without pushing.
His gaze traps me—dark, dangerous. My lips tremble from the mix of sensation and words bubbling up my throat. I want to tell him, but I’m afraid he’ll stop. Still, I muster the courage. “I’ve never done this before.”
His body goes still. His brows draw together, his mouth parting as he processes my words. “What?”
I swallow. “I’ve never had sex.”
“You little liar—”
“I swear,” I plead, desperate now for him to believe me. “I swear, I’m not lying.”
Dominic pulls back just enough to search my face, waiting for the punchline. When I don’t offer one, his jaw ticks. He studies me, trying to find deception, but there’s none—just the flushed truth all over my skin.
“You’re serious?”
