Page 226 of Barbi and the Villain

“You have gone quiet,” he notes, his voice dripping with amusement. “Do I not please you, sweetheart?”

“It does. I mean, you do,” I stammer, forcing a smile. “It’s a nice…appendage,” I say, making a fool of myself–again.

Damn it! We just had an awesome sensual interlude just moments ago and here I go ruining it with my idiotic comments.

Appendage! Who the hell says that?

Well, me apparently.

“Appendage?” He repeats, the hint of a smile on his face.

“Uhm, yes. It is a nice package you got there.” I laugh nervously. And to prove I’m not afraid of it–though I totally am–I touch it gently with one finger.

It twitches.

My eyes widen and I pull back.

“Barbs?” He calls my name, his head tilted to the side as he studies me.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” I repeat like a moron. “I’m not fine!” I eventually cry out, pointing out at his…thing. “That is too big, Nykander! You’re going to split me into two. Why didn’t you warn me?”

“Warn you?” He laughs. “And pray tell me, how should I have warned you?”

“I don’t know. You could have told me that you have a monster in your pants? I could have at least mentally and spiritually prepared myself for it. But now…”

“Now?”

“You forget that the most I’ve had inside me are your two fingers–which are pretty big too, by the way. I don’t know how that’s gonna go in without tearing me in half.”

“Sweetheart, I think you are getting ahead of yourself and–”

“Look,” I say as I get closer to it. “It’s literally the size of my forearm.” I place my forearm next to his gigantic erection. They match. In fact, his might be thicker.

His shaft is straining against his stomach, angry veins scattered along its surface. The tip is a darker shade, spurting drops of white liquid. It’s quite possibly the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen–well, it’s the only one I’ve ever seen in real life. But how will that translate to the actual act? I may heal, but… Oh my, will he feel it too? When he puts that thing inside of me, will he feel the pain of it too?

Well, he should! Why are women always on the painful receiving end of things?

The more I stare at it, especially as it twitches some more in my direction, the more my anxiety skyrockets.

Good Lord! This is how I’m going to die. Impaled on a gigantic demon dick.

And here I was laughing when the heroine in my romance novels was making a ruckus about the hero’s dick. I mean, even in porn, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man sporting something the size of Nyk’s dick.

“Barbs, you have gone silent again,” he notes. But this time, as I look up, all traces of amusement are gone, his features tight with worry. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, of course,” I mutter, leaning further in to inspect it. “I am just trying to get used to the thought of that thing going inside of me,” I add absentmindedly.

“Cock,” he says huskily.

“Huh?” I blink.

“It is not a thing, Barbs. It is a cock.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Say it,” he demands.

I wet my lips. I am face to face with his…cock. It’s even bigger up-close.

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