DAPHNE

His cock stands upright, nearly past his belly button. I didn’t realize just how big he was when I was on my knees in front of him.

“Is it going to hurt?” I don’t think I mean to ask the question out loud, but I do.

“Probably.” He grabs my ankles, planting one knee on the bed before leaning forward and dragging his tongue slowly up my slit to my belly, then my breasts. He swirls his tongue around each nipple, biting them. “But that’s not going to stop me, baby. I’ll make you feel so good you won’t remember the pain.” His tongue flicks my earlobe as he...