“You don’t mind my inexperience?”
“I don’t mind being the first to show you what your filthy mouth can do.”
“I like the way you frame it.” I laugh.
“Have you ever swallowed before?”
I hesitate for a beat before asking, “Is that a deal breaker?”
“It means I get to christen your throat.”
My head is spinning by how one minute he can be the perfect gentleman and the next, a domineering lover. My lover.
A feral flicker glints in his eyes. “On your knees.”
I should’ve known.
Despite the nervous current pumping through my veins, I manage to kneel in between his parted legs. I peer up at him through my lashes and wait for him to tell me what to do.
“Pull my shirt out of my jeans and unbutton it.”
I don’t hesitate.
“Unbuckle my belt and lower the zipper.”
When I do, he lifts his hips off the chair.
Without asking, I already know what I’m supposed to do next.
I lower his jeans to his knees.
“All the way down to my ankles.” I’m just about to do as I’m told, but his words stop me. “You forgot the boxer briefs.”
I correct my wrongdoing.
As I slide his boxer briefs down, his cock pops out. The bulbous head is painted with pre-cum. Large, rigid veins throb on his cock like an invitation.
Whoa.
I’m amazed by its impressive size. Out by the firepit, he felt much bigger than my ex, but now with my eyes fixed on his masterpiece, I gasp. Rhett’s cock is not only long, but his generous girth is intimidating.
Big feet.
Big hands.
Big cock.
I meet his gaze. “How is it ever going to fit?”In my mouthormy pussy?
“One inch at a time.”
I shake my head. “You got me.”
“If we take it slow, everything will be just fine.”
His reassurance calms me down somewhat. “Okay.”
“Did your ex ever fuck you there?” His finger trails between my breasts.
