Aurora's POV
I reached down between our bodies, my fingers finding his zipper and pulling it down with a sharp tug. Oliver let out a low, rough growl at my sudden boldness. He didn't waste another second. He ripped his shirt off, sending the white bandages flying to the floor. His bare, muscular chest was burning hot against my skin. He tore my dress off, leaving both of us completely naked in the warm morning light.
Oliver's thick cock sprang free, heavy and rock-hard, the veiny shaft pulsing in the air. The swollen head was already leaking precum, and the sight of it made my pussy clench with raw need.
"Fuck, Aurora…" Oliver growled, his voice deep and hungry. He shoved his pants the rest of the way down and kicked them off. His massive cock stood proud, thick enough that my fingers barely wrapped around it when I grabbed him.
But he didn't let me stroke him for long.
