Nate’s POV

Her fingers worked my belt open without asking again.

The metal buckle clinked softly in the quiet elevator. She popped the button on my pants next, then dragged the zipper down slowly, like she was giving me time to stop her. I didn’t. And I wasn’t going to.

My cock was already hard enough that it pushed forward the second the pressure came off. She reached inside and wrapped her hand around it, warm and sure, and pulled it free.

She looked down at what she was holding. A small breath left her.

“How is this even real...” she gasped at the full size of my cock.

I...