HOLY ZEUS ON A BICYCLE.
My jaw literally drops open, my eyes wide as saucers, and my thighs instinctively clench together so hard it hurts.
Anaconda doesn't even begin to do this monstrous thing justice! It is a whole-ass titan.
It’s thick, menacing, and pulsing with dark veins that wrap aggressively around the shaft. The tip is a deep, angry, flushed red, practically glistening with a clear bead of pre-c*m that threatens to spill over. But what completely freezes my blood is the metal.
Is that... a piercing?!
Rowed along the underside of his thick shaft are small silver barbells–a literal Jacob’s Ladder. I’ve read about them in my filthiest dark romance novels, but seeing a real-life, metal-studded monster inches from my face is a completely different story!
I stare at the metallic
