Knox sits me down on the couch and then disappears into the kitchen. He returns a moment later with a plate of cookies and apple slices and a bag of chips. He disappears again and then comes back with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
He pours the wine and then hands a glass to me. He doesn’t sit, he just paces nervously on the rug in front of the fireplace.
He grabs a stack of CDs off a side table. “You want music?”
“Uh, sure?”
“What do you want?”
“What do you have?”
“Fuel, Goo Goo Dolls, Pearl Jam…?”
“You got that Shimmer song?”
He nods and takes his time putting the CD into the stereo, like he’s putting off whatever it is that he wants to tell me.
The song I asked for starts, and he grips the mantle above the fireplace.
“Knox?” I ask, feeling super weirded out and a little worried about thissecret third thing.
He gulps down his entire glass of wine. Okay, nowI’mreally nervous. I take a huge gulp of mine too.
“I don’t know how to explain it,” he says, putting his empty glass down on the coffee table. “So I’m just going to show you.” He starts unbuttoning the fly of his jeans and I don’t know what the hell to do. Does he have a weird penis? No penis?
What the fuck is going on?!
I gulp down the rest of my wine.
Knox lifts his shirt, shoves his pants down, andoh my fucking god.
It is a sight to behold!
Not only are his lower abs rippling with muscle in a perfect, sexy V, but his cock isfucking huge.It’s at least twice as big as any cock I’ve encountered, maybe three times. Not that I’ve encountered all that many.
“Knox!” I gasp. “It’s beautiful!”
He furrows his sexy brows at me beneath a dark tendril. “Come closer.”
Okay, this is a super weird way to start sex, but I am not going to complain.At. All.His dick is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and so what if the guy is a little nutty? He kisses like a god, his fingers feel like firelight. Who cares if Knox has zero social skills? He’s been living on a mountain by himself for ages. Maybe his whole life. Maybe that’s why he’s a little loopy. He’s just starved of female company.
I’m practically drooling over the thing as I slide off the couch and kneel in front of him on the rug. I have no idea how I’d take him in my pussy or my mouth, but I’m going to do everything within my power to have this cock inside me.
I place my empty glass on the coffee table and then grip him with my hands. His whole body shudders, and his cock stiffens and grows.
Fuck, it gets even bigger?!
“Has it been a while for you?” I ask as I stroke it gently.
“Yeah.”
“How long?”
“Seven years.”
I look up at him expecting to see sadness in his eyes at how long he’s been without a woman’s touch. But all I see in those glowing deep green eyes is lust. Desire for my touch.For me.
I slide my tongue along his length, and then I take the tip in my mouth and he spasms. Okay, fuck, I love making him feel good after so long. I close my eyes and relax my throat, taking as much of his immense girth as I can in my mouth while working his insane length with my hands. God, his cock is fucking divine! Having him inside me feels so right, like finally finding my way back home after taking a wrong turn that took me hours, days, years in the wrong direction.
