Ruger groaned and tensed, watching as she moved off his lap and kicked her shoes off then unbuttoned her own jeans and started shoving them off. It couldn’t have been easy the way she was bent over, her mouth still lavishing attention on his d**k. Krissi’s tongue swirled around the tip, and he wanted to bury his hands in her hair and make her take the whole thing in her mouth. Instead, he clenched his fists and forced himself not to move.
Krissi dipped her mouth over the tip of his c**k and braced her hands on his thighs while she finished kicking her jeans off. Unable to deny the urge any longer, Ruger closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the sofa as the warmth surrounded his d**k.
The heat of her mouth disappeared, and Ruger looked up to find her standing in front of him,
