Lynn's POV
He helps me shove them down, kicking them away with a growl, revealing the full, magnificent glory of him. He's a vision of lean, sculpted muscle—rippling abs, powerful thighs, golden skin stretched taut over corded strength—and his erection springs free, thick and heavy, the broad head flushed deep red and weeping pre-c*m in a glistening bead that makes my mouth water. It's intimidating in the most intoxicating way, veined and throbbing, promising to stretch me to my limits and beyond.
When I wrap my fingers around him—barely able to circle his girth fully—he hisses through clenched teeth, his head falling back in a sharp arch, tendons standing out in his neck as ecstasy twists his features. The heat of him sears my palm, the silky skin sliding over rigid steel as I stroke fr
