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Marina watches me.
Her gaze tracks down my body. Over my bare chest. The sweatpants hanging low on my hips.
I hook my thumbs into the waistband.
"What are you doing?" Her voice comes out breathless.
"Getting comfortable."
I push the sweatpants down.
They pool at my feet.
I'm not wearing anything underneath.
Marina's eyes go wide.
Marina
Holy shit.
I can't look away.
But I have never seenthis.
His cock stands thick and heavy between his thighs. Long. So long that my brain short-circuits trying to process the size of it. The shaft is veined and hard, curving slightly upward toward his stomach. The head is flushed dark, already glistening at the tip.
I swallow hard.
There's no way.
No possible way that thing is going inside me.
I've always been tight. Every guy I've been with has commented on it. Some liked it. Some complained. But none of them were anywhere close to this size.
And I haven't had sex in over two years.
He'll split me in half.
Dante takes a step toward me.
Then another.
His cock bobs with each movement. Getting closer. Closer.
Until it's right there.
Inches from my face.
I'm still sitting on the couch. He's standing in front of me. The position puts me at eye level with his... with him.
Dante reaches down.
His fingers slide under my chin. Tilt my face up.
"You can touch," he says. His voice is low. Rough. "If you want."
I meet his eyes.
