Anna let go of the last thread of her restraint and reached for him — her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers, dragging both them and his pants down to his knees in one fluid motion.
The sight that greeted her made her breath hitch.
His cock sprang free, hard and proud, standing tall before her — thick, heavy, and pulsing with need.
Her lips parted slightly, a small gasp escaping as her eyes lingered on him, tracing the ridges of veins that ran along his length. Heat pooled low in her stomach, her thoughts scattering into chaos.
Holy freak… she thought, her mind flashing back to that night — the night she tried so hard to forget. Did I really take this huge thing inside me back then?
The memory hit her hard — flashes of tangled sheets, breathless moans, the wild rhythm that left her body trembling until exhaustion swallowed her whole.
No wonder I passed out after six rounds, she thought dazedly, cheeks flushing as the memory burned brighter.
