His cock bobbed in front of me, full and thick, flushed deep red at the head, his heavy balls hanging down below.
I hadn't touched those yet. It shocked me to realise how much I wanted to: weigh them in my palm, roll them between my fingers. Get the alpha werewolf by the balls? God, I'd gone insane.
Drew let out a triumphant sound and leaned back down over me, a bottle in his hand.
Lube. To fuck me. To make me all slippery for his cock…the click of the top opening startled me out of my fugue.
He let go of me to pour enough lube into his hand to get everything in the room all slippery, it looked like, but once he wrapped his slick hand around his cock—yeah, okay, he had a lot of ground to cover.
Wet and shiny, he looked twice as big. I swallowed down the lump in my throat. It wouldn't hurt, but it still…I'd feel the pressure of that, wouldn't I? I'd know how deeply he penetrated me. At least I'd have that.
