Alec drops his forehead to mine with a groan. “Shit,” he says. I stroke him again and feel his cock pulse beneath my fingers. He really does seem big, and apprehension mingles with excitement. “Fuck. Stop, sweetheart. We don’t have the time.” But he groans again when I grip him over his shorts, and doesn’t make a move to stop me. “I hate that I have plans tonight.” “You’re big,” I say. He swallows. “Never compared it to anyone else’s. Fuck, Isa, I can’t take it. Not when I can’t take my time with you.” He steps back, a pained expression on his face, and rearranges himself. That makes me smile.
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