Another jittery giggle escapes me, but it comes out all wonky, like some bizarre animal mating call. Damn, this man is dirty. He was right when he said he doesn't do anything by half.
I stare up at him for a moment, my breath caught in my throat as I drink in his whole intimidating package-every sculpted muscle, each chiseled line, every powerful move of his hand around his shaft.
Watching this man pleasure himself is more arousing than anything I've ever seen. Fact.
"See what you do to me, Lucy?" he says in a low voice. "This is all for you."
God. As I squirm under his gaze, my toes curl so tight, I swear they're going to break.
I need to channel my inner Wonder Woman here, but instead, I'm a shivering mass of nerves and sweat.
He grabs hold of my legs, pushing them wider and wrappi
