CHAPTER 4: FILLED, FOLDED, FUCKED STUPID

MIRA'S POV

I am. God, I am.

My eyes keep dropping to that thick bulge, imagining what's underneath, imagining how it would feel stretching me open after years of nothing but my own fingers and mediocre vibrators.

"Tell me what you want, Mira." He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down just enough to show the deep V of his hips, the trail of dark hair leading down. "Use your words."

"I want-" My voice cracks. I swallow and try again. "I want you to fuck me."

"Want me to fuck you where?"

Jesus Christ.

"Here. On the table....