Page 50 of Red River

Oh, I did. I wanted him to stare at my hole, at me—wide open, helpless, hungry, gaping… wanting to be filled… and stabilized!

So I gave him a coy smile.

This time, though, I felt more desperately bold and changed my position—I needed to see. I lay on my back and pulled my knees up to my chest.

Archer raised an amused eyebrow. "Oh, switching to a more intense scenario today? You want to watch me jerk off?"

"Yeah," I muttered, feeling adventurous.

My eyes drifted to his boxers, where a bulge was already starting to form. For the first time, I could see his face clearly, and I was surprised by the look in his eyes. I could tell—feel—that he wanted me, the way his gaze traveled over my body. I pulled my T-shirt up, exposing my hard nipples.

His desire was tangible, like it was alive under his skin, and it almost overwhelmed me with a strange kind of joy. So I could still offer him something—he desired me, matching my desire for him. I had something of value to give him, a thing he craved. His eyes swept over my shamelessly naked body, over my nipples, my dick, and, of course, landed on my hole.

My cock quickly stiffened, and I touched it, my movements slow for now. Part of me had already slipped into that submissive, slutty mindset—the kind I could evidently only reach with him. I’d never dared to act this way with Thomas.

"Yes, touch yourself," he said in a low, velvety tone, and I wasn’t about to disobey.

When he saw me stroking myself, spreading pre-cum over the head of my cock, he slowly slid his boxers down. It was the first time I saw him completely exposed.

I’ll admit, it knocked the breath out of me for a second.

Sure, Archer was seven feet tall, but that… that thing was just insanely massive. A wave of fear rolled over me. Was I really supposed to take that monster inside me someday?

That thing would kill me!

I froze, staring at his crotch, my hands stopping mid-motion.

"What’s the problem, River?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

"You’re… so big."

"As a whole, or are we talking about something specific?" That damn smirk appeared on his lips again.

"Both…"

"Are you scared?" His smile softened, almost reassuring, like someone trying to calm a startled deer.

"Have you ever had trouble, you know, fitting that thing into anyone?"

He laughed, rolling his eyes slightly.

"To be honest, yeah. One of my exes broke up with me over it—said he just couldn’t handle it. And others, well, let’s just say they were more into other kinds of fun than actual penetration."

"Did anyone take… the whole thing?"

Archer was barely keeping a straight face; I could see he was fighting not to chuckle.

"Nope, nobody dared."

I bit my lip, eyeing it with some unhealthy curiosity.

"I mean, I’ve given birth to five kids, so I should be able to handle it. But that was seven years ago, and, you know…"

Archer finally chuckled.

"Let’s stay optimistic, River. But this isn’t the time for exploring whether it will fit or not, and how deep, nor for chatter. Just… keep touching yourself. And your cock’s not exactly small either; it deserves some appreciation as well."

For my short height, I’d always been happy with what I had, but what could I even say with my modest six inches compared to him practically… doubling me?

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