But Ross was real and so near her now.
And so was the thick, heavy length that now stood between them—unashad, unapologetic, and utterly impossible to ignore.
Her eyes darted down only for a second, but it was enough.
Her throat went dry.
She had seen porn. Everyone had.
But nothing—nothing—had prepared her for the size, the weight, the sheer presence of him.
The way it stood, bold and heavy in the steam. It wasn’t just big. It was monstrous.
If he tried to put that inside ... it would kill , she thought, horrified at how easily the thought ford in her mind.
Her legs instinctively pressed together beneath the water, a flush blooming high on her cheeks.
She wasn’t sure if it was from fear... or sothing else.
Ross didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. He just sat there, as if perfectly aware of the effect he was having on her.
And Tianna—trapped in a situation she could neither control nor escape—clung to what little resolve she had left.
She reminded herself, over and over:
This isn’t about him.
This isn’t about desire.
This is about her mom’s survival.
She would not give in.
Not completely.
"Do you want to touch it?" Ross asked, his voice low, almost taunting.
Tianna froze. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes flicked down, then away.
The water from the shower stread over them, muffling the pounding of her heart.
"..." She shook her head silently, refusing. Her body trembled—not from the cold, but from sothing else entirely.
But Ross just chuckled under his breath, clearly unbothered by her reaction.
"Co on," he said, stepping closer until she could feel the full weight of his presence, his body towering over hers.
"You’re a virgin, right? I don’t mind taking my ti. But if you don’t want to lose that little cherry tonight, then you’ll need to make it up to . Make co, and maybe I’ll wait."
Tianna’s eyes widened in shock. The audacity of his demand left her stunned.
"You’re disgusting," she muttered, backing away, but her back hit the cool tiles of the shower wall, leaving her nowhere to go.
Ross didn’t move any closer. He didn’t have to. His smirk said everything—he already knew she was trapped.
He folded his arms and leaned casually against the opposite wall, watching her, waiting.
"Hugh wouldn’t recognize you after tonight," he added, voice laced with cruel amusent.
"Imagine his face when he sees what his sweet little girlfriend has turned into."
"You’re a bastard. Do you know that?" Tianna snapped, glaring at him.
Her voice was sharp, but it cracked at the edges. There was fear behind her anger, and Ross could see it.
"I do," he replied with a grin. "Now be a good girl and show what those hands can do."
Tianna stared at him for a long mont, chest rising and falling with every uneven breath.
Her pride warred with her fear.
But slowly, hesitantly, she moved her hand forward, her fingers brushing against him.
She gasped.
"Ohhh..." The sound escaped her lips before she could stop it.
His cock was hot—hotter than she expected, pulsing beneath her touch like a living thing.
She hated how her hand didn’t pull away imdiately.
Hated how her fingers curled around it, driven by sothing she didn’t understand.
Ross let out a low groan, eyes dark with satisfaction.
"Good girl," he whispered. "You’re learning fast."
Tianna bit her lip, trying to ignore the storm of emotions surging inside her.
Sha, anger, confusion—they all twisted together, tightening like a noose.
She didn’t know what was worse: Ross’s smug expression or the terrifying realization that a part of her no longer knew where her resistance ended and her obedience began.
But Tianna wasn’t thinking clearly anymore. Her thoughts, once sharp and resistant, had dulled into a haze of heat and confusion.
All of her attention—every bit of it—was focused on the thing in her hand.
Ross’s cock was enormous. It throbbed with heat and life, pulsing against her palm like a beast demanding worship.
She stared at it, srized.
Thick veins traced along its length, the tip flushed dark and angry.
She had never imagined sothing like this could exist outside of crude fantasies or whispered locker room stories.
How could any man be this big? she thought, dazed.
A part of her wanted to grab a ruler, to asure it out of sheer disbelief.
But she didn’t need one—her hands were already there, fingers struggling to wrap fully around the girth.
The more she stared, the more she imagined what it would feel like inside her, and the more that terrifying thought made her thighs press together on their own. Her face burned.
Why am I thinking like this?
She bit her bottom lip and tried to look away, but her gaze kept returning.
The size, the weight, the heat of it—it was overwhelming.
It made her forget everything else: where they were, what she should be doing, even her anger.
All of it faded under the strange, growing hunger that was curling in her belly.
A tingling sensation began to rise in her chest, spreading down between her legs.
Her knees weakened slightly, and she had to adjust her stance to steady herself.
She was breathing faster now, every inhale shaky and unsteady.
"What’s happening to ?" she whispered inwardly, alard by the way her body was betraying her thoughts.
This was her first ti touching a man like this.
She had never even let Hugh go this far—and yet here she was, clutching another man’s cock with both hands, unable to let go.
Sothing was changing inside her, sothing she couldn’t fully understand or control.
Her fingers moved without conscious thought, sliding slightly, curiously, testing the weight, the heat, the texture.
Her palm felt the slickness of a bead of pre-cum, and even that—especially that—made her shudder.
No, she told herself. This isn’t right. This isn’t .
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