I’m somehow both petrified and delighted. Part of me wants to bolt for the elevator, but most of me needs this. Him. Magnus.
“Can I help you with this?” My hand does its best to wrap around the outline of whatever lurks beneath his pants, but I can barely cover the girth. Of all days to leave my baseball mitt at home.
“Are you sure?” He huffs a breath and then kisses me again.
The softness of his muzzle tantalizes, and without answering him, I undo his buckle.
He’s wearing one of those expensive-looking belts—the kind that probably costs more than I make in a week. The buckle catches the light as I tug it free, the leather snapping before I toss it carelessly to the floor. Then he’s back at my mouth, kissing, licking with that immense tongue, and my body reacts—dick, ass, everything twitching like it’s wired straight to him.
It’s a little tricky working his pants open without looking, but I spent a year in the mailroom waiting for a break; persistence is listed as one of my greatest skills on my resume.
When I finally get them open, pushing his boxers down with them, his dick springs free, pushing against my chest, and I stumble back at the force.
And then I see it.
Holy. Fuck. Balls.
No, literally. His balls are massive. Like two softballs. Or grapefruit. Or maybe small melons. Which are those? Honeydew? I’ve never seen balls this large. Covered in fur like the rest of his body, but it’s shorter. So you can easily see the ball shape. Does Magnus Trainor manscape? And the size. Grapefruits. Yeah, definitely grapefruits. Hopefully, they’re not as sour.
And then there’s his cock.
Yes, it's long. Easily the size of my forearm. But thethickness—what the hell am I supposed to do with that? Where is it even supposed to go? My jaw drops like a buffoon. Because sure, Magnus is packing a dick bigger than anything I’ve ever taken—or, let’s be honest, evenseen—and my only thought is:yep, I still want him inside me.
“Jamie.” Magnus leans in, one big hand under my chin, shutting my mouth. “You’re drooling.”
Oh, crap. I am.
“Sorry, it’s just?—”
“A lot, I know.” He fumbles for his pants, stuck halfway down those thick thighs.
“No. I mean, yeah, sure, it is, but—” I grab his hand before he can pull them up. My hand looks tiny on top of his, but damn his fur is so warm and cozy against my skin. And then he looks at me—hungry, but almost shy about it—and it just knocks the wind out of me.
“Magnus, I want this.” I reach for him, placing my hand against his cock. “You.” The words scrape out of me, shaky but certain. I drag his pants down to his ankles,my palms gliding over his legs. The fur is softer than I thought it would be, but what makes my breath hitch are the muscles beneath—thick, carved, alive. He feels like raw power barely leashed, and I can’t help but touch him like I’m worshipping, like every inch is something I’ve been dying to discover.
“Sit.” I nod toward the chair behind him, and without a word, he’s down.
I take his shaft in my hands. It takes both to grasp it properly, and I simply hold it for a minute to acclimate. His cock, thick and hot, pulses against my palms. Sure, it’s massive, but it’s also a work of fucking art.
“Your dick is… beautiful.” I stroke gently at first, pulling his foreskin back, revealing the flushed tip and licking my lips at the bead of precum.
“You’re leaking already.”
He nods sheepishly, and I stick my tongue out, begging for it. Magnus slaps the head against it, and my mouth comes alive at the sensation. He’s musky as fuck, and I want more.
“Jamie, take it slow. And you don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. And stop anytime.” He runs his fingers through my hair. “Do you hear me?”
I nod and mumble something, but I’m under a spell. I’ve been dickmatized by his humongous cock.
With both hands, I work him, his gaze never leaving mine, and once I’m accustomed to the size, I’m able to use one hand to play with his balls, which apparently does something to him, because he shifts in the chair with a low groan.
“Fuck, Torres… you don’t know how good that feels.”
“Yeah? Does it?”
“So good.”
I swallow hard, my mouth aching with need. “I want to… suck you. So badly. But I don’t know if I can…”
