Dickson POV

I’m already rock-hard, thick, long, and veiny, the kind of BBC that makes her eyes go wide every single time.

I grab her throat with one hand, squeeze just enough to make her gasp, and shove her flat on her back. Her legs fall open instantly, knees bent, feet planted, pussy lips parting on their own. I don’t say shit yet. I just drag the swollen head up and down her slit, slow, teasing, coating myself in her slick. She whimpers, hips twitching up, trying to catch the ...