Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Did I say something wrong? Sometimes my mouth gets me in trouble.”
“No,” he says before making eye contact. “I like the way you say what you’re thinking, honey. You’re right. I do have more than my share of women who are interested, but the problem is I’ve never found a woman who can handle me.”
I cock my head to the side, curious.
“I’m sure all that attention makes it hard to find someone real.”
Sanford considers his words carefully for a moment.
“It’s not an emotional connection that’s lacking. There are plenty of wonderful, intelligent, and attractive women in NYC. It’s more physical than that.”
I squint.
“Physical? What do you mean?”
Sanford sighs and looks down at his loosely clasped hands.
“Don’t let me offend you, but I’ve never met a woman who’s able to take me honey. I mean all the way in, without screeching with pain and pushing me away. Do you understand me now?”
My eyes go wide as my jaw drops.
“Oh, you mean that way …”
He nods before shooting me a wry smile.
“Yeah, that way. It’s not exactly the most common problem, and not exactly something you go to a therapist for. So I’ve gone to Curves instead.”
“That’s crazy,” I breathe. “I love a big man.”
He pins me with dark eyes and I swallow hard.
“Yes, but I want to be sure you get what I’m saying honey. I’m not talking about this,” he says, holding his hands about six inches apart. He then widens them so that they’re about a foot apart before making a circle with his fist so big that a Coke can could pass through. “I mean this,” he growls. “For some reason, women think it’s going to be just average, but I assure you, I’m not.”
My mouth drops open and I can’t resist, allowing my gaze to move down to his crotch like I’m trying to see through his pants with X-ray vision. Sure enough, there’s a subtle twitch and I go up in flames all over again.
“Holy cow,” I breathe.
“Yes,” he replies in a rueful tone. “I’m as big as a bull, and it’s hard for women to accommodate my big bull cock. In fact, I’ve never found one that could. Again, that’s why I’m trying my luck with Curves. I’m hoping there might be a professional who can handle me. You know, someone able to handle a man built like a horse.” He blows out a harsh breath, not meeting my eyes. “I know it sounds like some lame-ass attempt to talk myself up, but I swear I’m not that kind of douchebag. This is really what I’m looking for, and to be honest, honey, I’m desperate at this point because I’ve never had complete satisfaction in my life.”
My eyes flash up, meeting his. Something in his gaze and the way he seems almost apologetic tells me he’s sincere. Sanford really is just a big man looking for a woman to be his perfect fit, physically at least. I’m not sure if I am that woman, but I’m game to try. Inhaling quickly, I meet his gaze.
“So how big are we talking exactly, Mr. Cooper? I’d like to know measurements so that I can make an informed decision. This way, we don’t end the night disappointed.”
He answers immediately.
“My cock is ten inches and fucking thick.” He holds his hand up while making a fist. It’s a big fist and my eyes become saucers as I look at it. “The base is about this size, and even though I have large palms, it’s a struggle to close my fingers all the way around myself when I’m masturbating.”
My eyes widen as my eyes dart to his face, then to his hand, then to his crotch, and then back to his hand. OMG! It’s hard to imagine anyone having a dick too thick to fit in those long fingers, but it would be foolish of him to make something like this up knowing that I’m going to see it in person in a matter of moments. But Sanford just looks hopeful as he stares into my gaze.
“So honey,” he rumble in a low voice, “now that you know my approximate proportions, are you still up for the job? Do you think you can handle me?”
His voice is thick, deeper than before, and my eyes drop to his mouth where he runs the tip of this tongue over his bottom lip. Then I look back at his big hands, and all kinds of tingling pleasures alight in my core. I imagine his hands on me, putting me in every position his heart desires as he claims me every which way. I imagine my squeals of relief, not to mention the moans erupting from my throat when I’m finally stuck tight on that big bull cock. Heat floods my frame and I squeeze my thighs together, trying to give myself a little relief. Sanford sees it and grins.