Watching him was almost more pornographic than feeling him. He looked like he’d stepped straight off the pages of my favorite porn website. His massive shoulders blocked out any light from the window, his muscular thighs shoved up against mine so he could force me to spread. He was so much thicker than I was—thicker chest, thicker belly, thicker hips, thicker thighs. Built like he was meant to last. Dear god, I hoped that was true.
