Page 40 of 12 Days of F*ckmas
I twisted one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth.
She whimpered, “Gabriel.”
“Today, I want to see if you can take all of my cock.”
“Allof it?”
“Every. Last. Inch.” I picked up the lube and poured some in my hands.
“It won’t fit.”
“Did you know that pussies are just like penises. They are different sizes.”
She blinked.
“So, there are women with particularly short pussies. In that case, my cock would be a majorno.” I handed the bottle to her. “On the other hand, some women have reallylongpussies.”
She held the bottle.
“I’ve spent these days examining your pussy.”
“And you think it can. . .fit?”
“Regardless of the size, pussy gets longer when aroused.”
She leaned back. “I’m embarrassed to say this, but. . .I didn’t know that.”
“I don’t read much, but when I do, it’s usually about pussy.”
She smirked.
I rubbed my lubed fingers along her clit.
“Oh.”
“You must beturned on enough, so my cock doesn’t bump against your cervix.”
She moved my hand. “What?”
“I’ve been told that a bruised cervix is extremely painful.”
Fast, she was off my lap and pacing. “Okay. Hold on. Who told you this? Was it someone that you had sex with?”
“It was.”
“You bruised her cervix?”
“I did.”
“No way.” She shook her head. “I can’t. This is—”
“Come back.”
She paused from pacing. Her chest rose and fell fast.
“Mariah, you are going to ride me. That way you control the amount of penetration.”
“But. . .w-when you bruised the woman’s cervix what position was it?”
