He flipped me onto my back, spread my legs, and settled between them. He wasn’t gentle, but I didn’t need gentle. The feelings were incredible and I was dying a blissful death. Sweat broke out on my skin and my heart was pounding. I could barely catch my breath let alone cry out.
My eyes had fallen shut and I was lost in the pleasure. That was why I hadn’t known he’d put his head between my thighs until I felt his mouth latch onto my c**t. I lifted my head and looked at him down the length of my body. He was looking at me, his mouth glistening and slick with my juices.
“Master,” I cried.
“You need to come, Eva?”
He flicked his tongue over my c**t, his warm breath fanning the sensitive bud. With his hands, he gripped my hips, stopped my wriggling.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I want to come… ma
