Book Seven: Chapter 19

She could picture him now with that stupid smile on his face, and the way the wind seemed to position his hair perfectly as if he was in a movie. His hands had been strong, yet soft to the touch. She could imagine them running across her shoulders and pressing her down onto the bed, ensuring that she achieved maximum penetration.

Ingrid would never mention that she had stared more than once at the bulge in Mike’s pants and wondered just how big his dick was. That was a cock she wouldn’t mind studying, and--

She shook the stray thoughts from her head and groaned, grinding against Wallace. When she rolled her hips just right, her clit would pop free from its hood. The knight had arched his back to allow her a better angle for this, and she dragged her nails across his chest. Tiny sparks appeared near her fingertips, the result of Wallace’s own magical protection from harm.

Would it feel this way with Mike? Would she even be able to take his entire length at once? Why