Heis art.He was a human sculpture, carved by the hand of God and painted with ink.
Her breath caught as she stared at the majesty before her. His muscular, defined form, covered with ink, was the most devastating and stunning combination she’d ever seen.
I didn’t know they made men like this.
“Whoa.” The sound came from her lips as he reached for the button on his shorts.
Her amazement continued as he unbuttoned them and dropped them to the floor.
“Whoa,” she whispered again.
It was like someone had taken a fantasy and breathed life into it. As he stared down at her like a starving man, Imogenwondered what she’d done in her prior life to deserve this … and she was grateful for whatever it was.
When his hand wrapped around the massive shaft jutting from between his legs, she swallowed.
Thank you, God.Ho-ly.Wow.Really. Really. Grateful.
Imogen had been out of the game for so long that she wasn’t sure if she remembered how to have sex. But now she decided it wouldn’t matter because never in all her years on planet Earth had she seen equipment like that.
God had broken the mold with this man. That was obvious.
“Where did you even come from?” she whispered as he stepped between her legs.
“NOLA, baby.” He let go of his incredibly impressive cock and gripped her waist with both hands and lifted her further up the bed.
She couldn’t stop herself. She had to grab it. God didn’t put that beautiful of a creation in your face for you to justignore it.Her hands wrapped around him, and he let out a sound of appreciation.
It looked like it had been pierced at one time. She couldn’t hold back the question. “Did you have dick piercings?”
“Had. Once upon a time.” He knelt with one bended knee between her legs.
“What happened?”
“You really want to talk about this now?”
“I mean …”
He smiled with a shake of his head. “Without being indiscreet, given the moment, they were … too much for the ladies to contend with in combination with …” He gestured to his cock.
She started laughing. “Thank God. I wouldn’t even know what to do with all that.”
“Exactly. Maybe with a smaller dude. But who fucking cares about that right now?”
Imogen wet her lips. “Not me,” she whispered, gaze fully locked on the rock-hard shaft her hands were stroking.
“Good. Because I have plenty of other ideas for us right about now.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Like what?”
He glanced down at her hands that hadn’t stopped moving.
“Like taking you back to the edge, where you’ve got me, so fucking easily.”
He covered her hands with his, and she was amazed at how much bigger they were than hers. He knelt between her legs and lowered his body forward with both their hands guiding him toward her. She lifted up to rock against him like he was one of the toys she used to satisfy herself since practically becoming a nun.