Emily’s POV

My mouth went dry. Completely, utterly dry, like I'd swallowed a fistful of cotton. Daniel's cock hung there, impossibly thick, the skin taut and already darkening with a flush of blood that made it twitch—actually fucking twitch—under my gaze.

I couldn't look away.

"Emily." His voice was gravel. A warning. Or maybe an invitation. I still couldn't tell.

My nipples stabbed against the lace of my bra, so hard they ached. Between my thighs, my thin string panties were already sticking to my slit, the fabric growing damp and clingy.

"Say something," Daniel breathed, his fingers still digging into my hipbones. He hadn't moved to cover himself. Not...