The bluntness of it stole my breath.

I should've been offended. Should've slapped him. Should've walked out.

Instead, I dropped to my knees.

"What are you—" he started.

"Let me," I said, my hands already going to his belt. "Please."

He should've stopped me... pulled me up. Should've been the adult here.

He didn't.

I got his belt undone with shaking fingers. Unzipped his jeans. Pushed them down along with his boxers.

And holy fuck.

He was big. Bigger than anything I'd seen in porn. Thick and already half-hard, and my first thought was: How is that going to fit inside me?

My second thought was: I don't care. I...