Chapter 23: Is That Huge Rod Supposed to Go Inside My Snatch?
Avery
I lay la Dominic’s massive bed, my mind still reeling from what had just happened. For the first time in my life, I hadn’t recoiled from a man’s fouch, wait, The opposite–fut welcomed it, Craved it, even.
Aty fingers traced over my body, pausing at the spots where Dominic had applied the healing salve. The weirdest thing was that he’d rubbed ointment on places that weren’t even injured. Like my nipples. I distinctly remembered his thumbs, slick with medicine, circling each peak until they hardened beneath his touch.
Why would he do that if there were no wounds there?
And then there was the way he’d touched between my thighs. His fingers had brushed against a small nub at the top of my… what did he call it? My snatch. There definitely hadn’t been any injuries there either, yet he’d paid special attention to that spot, making my entire body quiver.
Those two places—my nipples and that sensitive button between my legs–they were like pleasure switches on my body. One touch and I felt… good. Really good. The kind of good I didn’t know existed.
Dominic found my pleasure switches.
I stared at the ceiling, contemplating this revelation. If his touch could make me feel that way, would my own touch do the same?
Tentatively, I reached up and pinched one of my nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
“Oh!” I gasped as a jolt of pleasure shot through me. It actually worked. I tried again, this time a bit harder, and the sensation intensified.
Growing bolder, I slid my hand down my stomach, wincing slightly as I passed over the healing bruises. When I reached between my legs, I found the little nub Dominic had touched and pressed gently.
Holy shit.
The pleasure was immediate and intense. I rubbed it in small circles, mimicking what Dominic had done, and my back arched off the bed involuntarily.
As I continued, I noticed something strange–my snatch was… wet. Really wet. I pulled my hand away and examined my fingers, finding them coated in a slick, clear fluid.
What is this? Am I bleeding? But it wasn’t blood. It was something else entirely.
My mind flashed back to Dominic in the bathroom, his massive… what had he called it? Penis. He’d said it was used for mating. The way it had stood erect from his body, thick and imposing.
If that was his mating organ, and this wet place between my legs was mine, then….
Oh.
The realization hit me like a truck. If we were to mate, his penis would somehow connect with my… my snatch. But how? The size difference seemed impossible. His organ had been enormous–thick and long and intimidating.
Is that huge rod supposed to go inside my snatch?
The very thought sent a confusing mix of fear and excitement through me. Would it even fit? Wouldn’t it hurt?
And yet, my body seemed to be preparing itself. The wetness increased as I thought about it, almost as if inviting the intrusion.
Will he want to mate with me when he comes out of the shower?
and
My heart raced at the thought. Why was my body so hot and eager? Why did the idea both terrify and thrill me?
As these questions swirled in my mind, my fingers continued their exploration. I discovered that the wetness seemed to come from an opening–a hole I
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hadn’t pard much attention to before. Curiosity overwhelmed me, and I cautiously slipped one finger Insider
my ever.
The sensation was different but equally pleasurable. I pushed my finger deeper, feeling the warm, wet walls close around it. When I curled my finger li another wave of pleasure washed over me.
I was so lost in this new discovery that I didn’t hear the bathroom door open. It wasn’t until a drop of water hit my leg that I realized I wasn’t alone
anymore.
My eyes snapped open to find Dominic standing beside the bed, completely naked and dripping wet from his shower. Our eyes locked, and I froze with my finger still buried deep inside me.
His massive frame blocked the light, casting shadows across the bed. Water droplets clung to his muscled chest and rolled down the ridges of his abs. But what captured my attention most was his penis–now fully erect and even more impressive than before.
It jutted proudly from a nest of dark hair, thick and heavy with prominent veins running along its length. The head was broader than the shaft, smooth and flushed a deep pink. It looked impossibly large, especially when I considered where it might be intended to go.
If one tiny finger into my snatch would make me happy like this. How about a huge rod like that?
Oh my gosh! I almost started to scream!
Dominic’s crimson eyes widened as they took in the sight of me–bruised and battered on his bed, but with my hand between my legs and my finger buried in my own wetness.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice a mixture of shock and something else I couldn’t identify.
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