I reached for his belt with shaking fingers.
I opened the buckle, then the button, then the zipper. My hands would not stop shaking. Dominic just watched me. He did not help at all.
When I finally pulled him out, my breath caught hard.
He was thick. Already so hard the tip was dark and wet with c*m. Looking at him made my mouth water and my body squeeze around nothing.
“Both hands,”
“One at the bottom. Hold me tight. The other can stroke if you need something to do while you stare. Go on. Touch me.”
I did what he said.
My fingers barely closed around him. He felt even bigger in my hand than he looked. I stroked him once from the base all the way up and watched more wetness bead at the tip.
His free hand slid into my hair. He did not pull yet. Just rested it there.
“Open your mout
