Rex finally broke the kiss, though he didn't pull away far. He left their lips mere millimeters apart, their breath mingling in a hot, ragged haze.
He could feel her desperation, the way her body was trembling like a bowstring pulled to its absolute limit. He wanted to see her face as she finally got what she had been begging for.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Rex reached down. The sound of his zipper sliding down was sharp and loud in the quiet room, a metallic declaration of intent that made Amelia's heart leap into her throat.
She stared, wide-eyed and panting, as he freed his massive, throbbing cock from the confines of his trousers. It was even more intimidating up close, thick, heavy, and pulsing with a life of its own, the tanned skin of his thighs providing a stark contrast to the sheer, raw power of his member.
"Go on then, Amelia," Rex whispered, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "You wanted to touch it."
