Jace hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pushed them down in one smooth motion, freeing his thick, heavy cock.
Eva's eyes locked onto it immediately, hungry, almost mesmerized.
He gave himself a slow stroke, his hand gliding over his length as he watched her.
He had always known he was… generous, but now, knowing his alien heritage, it made too much sense.
Eva bit her lip, her thighs shifting restlessly.
"Quit stalling," she breathed.
Jace smirked. He didn't rush.
Instead, he knelt between her legs, his cock resting against her soaked slit, the head nudging at her entrance but not pushing in. Not yet.
Eva gasped at the contact, warm, teasing. He dragged himself up, sliding through her slick folds, the thick ridge of his crown rubbing against her clit before gliding back down.
"Jace—" Her voice was a plea, her hips lifting, trying to force him deeper.
