Jennifer stepped closer, her eyes dark, hungry, unapologetic. "You don't get to say no, Mike," she hissed, her voice low, dangerous, taunting. "Not after what you did."
I exhaled sharply, my body trembling with anticipation, my cock throbbing as she reached for me, her fingers brushing against my chest, trailing down, lower, lower—
Until they pressed against the bulge in my pajamas.
A soft, needful gasp escaped Jennifer's lips, her fingers trembling as they explored the heat, the hardness of my cock beneath the fabric. The thickness of my straining against my pajamas made her eyes widen, her breath hitching in shock, in awe, in something far darker.
"Oh my God…" Her voice was a whisper, shocked, awed, her gaze locked on the obscene bulge, her lips parting as she realized just how big I was. "You monster…" Her fingers traced the outline of my cock, her touch light, electric, teasing, making my breath catch in my throat.
