Chapter 6 BECOMING HIS (3)

• His hands work between us at his zipper, freeing himself from the last barrier between us, his black slacks. Releasing my mouth, he steps back as he slides his pants off, wearing nothing underneath them. With a gasp, I get my first look at him, and once again become convinced he'll kill me if he enters me with the monster between his legs. It's at least ten inches long and about the width of both of my hands if they wrapped around his giant member. "You'll never fit!"
• "I swear to you, this c*ck was made for that tight little p*ssy of yours. It'll fit," he says with a husky laugh, grabbing himself and stroking as he looks my body over.
• I moan, and I'm not sure if it's from fear or desire, as watching him stroke his member does something inside of me, heating me to my core.