“I’m not five-three. I’m five feet. Almost. I’m four-nine” He laughs like I’ve surprised him, cupping my face without even bending because his arms are so long. “I know, sugar. I have eyes.” “Right. But what I mean is… This?” I point from his cock to me. “Not going to fit. Zero chance.” Henry shakes his head, a cocky, well-earned smile spreading over his face. “It’s going to fit, baby.”
