take a long inhale, readying myself to ask a question I know he’ll loathe even more than the last. “What does your cock look like?” He chokes on air, his expression teetering somewhere between absolute horror and extreme annoyance. “It’s the sort of detail I’d know. If you prefer to show me rather than describe it…” His complexion becomes such a fiery-red that even the whites of his eyes appear pink. I realize it will probably incense him further, but I cannot help the grin that overtakes my lips. “Would you prefer I feel you above your trousers?” I didn’t think more blood could converge into
...more
