Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
I ask.
"Soon, babe, not here. Not fuckin' rushed. Had I been average fine, it wouldn't be too bad, but I'm not, and I won't fuckin' hurt you or rush," he kisses my cheek and gets dressed.
"Edward isn't that small," I mutter, and he chokes on a laugh.
"Babes, if you showed me right, it's three inches. That's small," he continues laughing and getting dressed. My head shakes as I put on my clothes.