Max was the last to come down for dinner. When he got out of the bathroom, he found the room empty. He gave out a sigh of relief.
He shoved his fingers through his hair feeling frustrated. He wanted to sleep with Valerie so badly but he also didn't want to scare her.
Even if he decided he would hold back and do just a little as she suggested, there was no telling what would happen in the course of it all. He could lose control and go hard on her, and his size wasn't something to play with.
He could hurt her.
He wanted to have her under him, crying from tne pleasure he'd give her with his steady and heavy thrusts, and watch her expressions match the excitement she was feeling, but...he wouldn't be able to enjoy it if she was actually crying from pain and not pleasure.
"Is this really okay?" He muttered.
Previously, he had been so proud of his size and was ready to take Valerie on with his pride but then he came across a weird article.
