Heaven lay still, the aftershocks of her climax slowly fading, her body heavy, breath slowing—but not calm.
Not really. Something new was building.
She felt it first—hot and firm, resting directly against her slick entrance.
Her thighs twitched at the sensation, and a new kind of anticipation began stirring inside her.
Slowly, she opened her eyes.
The light in the room was still on, muted but clear.
The blanket had not slipped low on their bodies, offering full cover.
And when her gaze dropped, she froze.
Ross's cock was out.
Fully. Proudly. And horrifyingly real.
Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes widened.
She'd imagined what it might look like, sure—every girl in the house probably had.
Ross was cocky, flirtatious, and liked to hint at the size of his manhood with that nickname: "Big D."
Most had assumed it was just a joke, an exaggeration. A performance.
But now? With it in front of her?
It was no exaggeration.
It was huge.
