Christ, the needy desperation in her voice was enough to make his balls tighten, his c**k jumping against the flat of her tongue as she tried to chase after it. Tristan shuddered, the tendons in his neck standing out in stark relief as he fought for control.
He traced the seam of her lips with the slick crown, painting them with the pearlescent beads of his arousal. Gwen mewled impatiently, darting out to lap them up, shameless in her eagerness. The sweet depravity of it, the wanton submission, sucker-punched him every time.
"Greedy little thing," he rasped, the words emerging strangled. "Always so hungry for it." The pad of his thumb smeared the sticky mess over the plump curve of her bottom lip and she nipped at it playfully, eyes sparkling.
With a growl, he yanked her up, crushing h
