Chapter 21

ANASTASIA

He is huge.

I’ve felt his erection in my stomach, my ass, and my pussy everywhere, and he was probably big, but nothing could have prepared me for what I’m seeing in front of me. Maybe I didn’t get a clearer view of it from the onset, but now I can.

His cock is bigger than I expected, veiny, as masculine as his arms, and so lengthy that I fear my pussy will be too small for it. It will be too tight to contain his dick, and it can possibly tear me apart. But I’m not scared because it’s him; I want all of him, every bit of him, even though it will hurt.

My mouth waters as I stare long at its thickness, and my pussy clenches around his fingers.

I spot a transparent liquid rolling down from the tip of his cock; it’s sticky to his hands as he pumps his length. He isn’t gentle, even though he slowly pumps it, and I’m caught in a trance by the way he touches himself. So completely in order that I wish it was my hand stroking on his veiny, thick cock or, better yet, my mouth.

“Fuck,