Isabella’s POV
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m laid up against Zander, basically staring at his c*ck. Zander just told me it’s not sexy to call it a p***s or m*nhood in the heat of passion. So, I’m supposed to use c*ck or d**k to refer to it. I can’t believe I’m using those words. Well, I’m going to hell anyway for doing this, I might as well go all in.
“Izzy put some oil on your left hand,” Zander told me.
My hand was shaking as I poured the oil. Zander took the bottle from me and sat up.
“Not like this, Izzy,” Zander stated. “I don’t want you to feel like you're nervous or pressured. So, I don’t want you to touch me tonight.”
“What?” I questioned. “No, I can do this. I’m just a little nervous.”
“Let’s take it really slow,” Zander said. “I want it to be special, not forced, wh
