Mason seems desperate, too. He tosses me across the bed and reaches behind him, urgently tearing his T-shirt over his head. Then he’s undoing the fly of his jeans. Then his pants and underwear are gone. Then his massive cock is pointing at me like a compass. The whole time, his eyes never leave me. His features are lit by the glow pouring in from the hallway, and in all my life, I’ve never seen a more feral creature. I sniffle, mildly afraid for my survival. This man is going to eat me the fuck up.
