But she wasn’t trying. Just as she’d hoped, his free hand swiftly ripped open the fly of his jeans. His movements were jerky and urgent as he thrust her hand through his open fly, filling her small palm with the brutal thickness of his pulsing cock. He was unbelievable, so incredibly long and strong and thicker than anything she’d ever imagined. Somehow she’d always envisioned him fitting into her hand the way Jimmy had, instead of overflowing with so many inches of hard, thick flesh. She knew there was no logical way she could ever take all of him inside her. Dear God, just the thought made Shea flush with heat. This couldn’t be normal, could it? All she had, besides what she’d read about, was a measly point of comparison with a guy who’d made her feel like a sex-ed demo: just insert tab A into slot B and try not to fall asleep before it’s all over. Not that she could’ve ever fallen asleep in the sixty seconds it’d taken Jimmy to get it in, bump between her legs with the finesse of a dog dry-humping someone’s leg, and then blow his load in his rubber while groaning, “Oh baby, Jimmy gives it so good.”
