Page 13 of Starving for Her

“I know,” he tells me. “It’s big. You’re scared you won’t be able to take it. But you will, gorgeous. I’m going to have you so wet and ready for me that it will slide right in to your tight little cunt and you’ll be coming within seconds.”

The warm water spills down on us as James gets down on his knees before me. He reaches for a bottle of body wash and works it between his hands until there’s a sudsy lather, then spreads it all over my mound. Each time his thumb or finger brushes up against my clit, I almost convulse and have to brace myself against the wall with both hands to stop myself from quivering.

He reaches up to a small shelf and finds a silver safety-razor, and I feel myself go tense when the full realization of what he’s about to do comes over me. The blade gleams in the light.

“Don’t be afraid,” he says gently. “I’d never hurt you. Do you know that?”

I look at him. I shouldn’t know that. I barely just met him. But somehow, everything in me is telling me to trust him.

“Yes,” I nod, drawing a smile from his gorgeous lips.

“Good,” he tells me. “Now, keep your legs nice and wide for me, gorgeous, so I can get that pretty little pussy ready for me.”