Heaven lay still, the aftershocks of her climax slowly fading, her body heavy, breath slowing—but not calm.
Not really. Sothing new was building.
She felt it first—hot and firm, resting directly against her slick entrance.
Her thighs twitched at the sensation, and a new kind of anticipation began stirring inside her.
Slowly, she opened her eyes.
The light in the room was still on, muted but clear.
The blanket had not slipped low on their bodies, offering full cover.
And when her gaze dropped, she froze.
Ross’s cock was out.
Fully. Proudly. And horrifyingly real.
Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes widened.
She’d imagined what it might look like, sure—every girl in the house probably had.
Ross was cocky, flirtatious, and liked to hint at the size of his manhood with that nickna: "Big D."
Most had assud it was just a joke, an exaggeration. A performance.
But now? With it in front of her?
It was no exaggeration.
It was huge.
Thick and long, jutting out from his toned fra like sothing unreal—fifteen inches of pure, pulsing heat.
Veined and heavy, it rested against her folds, already slick with her arousal.
Her body tensed at the sight of it.
The blunt head alone looked like it could stretch her beyond anything she thought possible.
She swallowed hard.
"D..." she whispered, her voice shaky. "I think you... you really do have a big cock."
Ross smirked slightly, amused by the understatent, but said nothing.
He was watching her—careful, asured, waiting.
Heaven pushed herself up a little on her elbows, still flushed and breathless, but her tone shifted.
Less dazed. More grounded. More herself.
"I don’t think I can take that inside ," she added with a nervous laugh that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Then her gaze softened, and the weight of her words changed.
"And... there’s sothing else. Sothing you should know before anything happens."
Ross’s smile faded just a little, his expression sharpening with attention.
He could feel the seriousness in her voice now, and he adjusted his posture slightly, listening.
Heaven’s hands clenched lightly into the sheets beside her as she drew in a breath.
"I’m still a virgin," she said quietly.
The air stilled between them.
Ross didn’t move. He didn’t react dramatically.
But Heaven saw the flicker of surprise in his eyes—followed by sothing deeper.
Respect, maybe. Or caution.
"If you do this," she continued, more firmly now, "you have to take responsibility. For . For what it ans."
She t his gaze and held it, refusing to flinch or hide anymore.
Her heart was pounding, not from fear, but from the weight of what she was offering—and what she was asking for in return.
"I know what this kind of thing usually ans on these shows. Quick hookups. No strings. But I’m not built like that, D. I can’t be. If we do this... it’s going to an sothing to . A lot."
She paused, her voice softening again.
"I’m not asking you to marry or anything. I just need to know this won’t be a ga to you. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and realize I was just a prize you wanted to claim."
Her eyes shimred under the dim lights, full of vulnerability, honesty, and strength.
Ross was silent for a mont, his expression unreadable.
He leaned in slowly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
His hand lingered on her cheek, gentle and warm.
"Heaven..." he said, his voice lower now, more intimate.
"I didn’t bring you here to break you. I didn’t go this far just for a thrill. I’ve been with won before—but none of them made slow down like this. None of them made feel like this."
She blinked.
"This isn’t just about sex anymore," he continued. "It’s you. It’s the way you look at . The way you trust even when you’re scared. If we take this step... I’ll be the one who’s lucky, not you. And I will take responsibility. For everything."
He leaned forward, pressing a slow, reverent kiss to her forehead. Then another on her lips—soft and full of promise.
"You set the pace, Heaven. I’ll follow."
She felt sothing shift inside her. The knot of anxiety in her chest loosened, and a slow warmth filled its place.
She nodded, a small gesture of consent—not just to the act, but to him.
To what they might beco.
Outside the door, the house was still restless with curiosity.
But in that mont, nothing else mattered.
Under the soft light, in the stillness of their shared breath, two hearts leaned closer.
And the next move was hers.
Heaven didn’t move at first.
She lay there, heart pounding, mind racing. Ross’s words still echoed in her ears—his promise, his patience, his sincerity.
It grounded her... gave her courage.
And slowly, deliberately, she let her legs fall open wider.
Her hand reached down, trembling just a little, until it found him—Ross’s cock, still thick and heavy, waiting between her thighs.
The mont her fingers wrapped around it, she gasped softly.
It was even bigger than she rembered—hot and throbbing, thick enough that her fingers couldn’t close all the way around it.
The skin was velvety-smooth over veins that pulsed with restrained power.
She stared in awe as she explored him, her touch hesitant at first, then more curious, more certain.
Her other hand reached down, parting herself gently.
She guided him toward her, pressing the broad tip of his cock against her soaked entrance.
Even that small contact made her shiver.
It was huge. The head alone was larger than her fist.
She swallowed nervously, but her body betrayed no hesitation—wet and needy, her arousal had soaked her thighs, slicking Ross’s tip with ease.
She rubbed it slowly up and down her folds, teasing herself, letting the pressure build.
Her hips began to move on their own, tilting up instinctively, trying to accommodate him.
Ross watched her silently, his breath held, eyes locked on hers.
And when she lifted her hips just slightly, guiding him to her tight opening, he knew.
She was ready.
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