I was the best f*****g thing that had ever touched him. And I knew I was. I could tell by the way he cursed again, low and strained, one hand tightening in my hair as the other flexed against the leather of his seat.
“Just like that,” he growled, voice wrecked. “f**k, you’re so good at this. You’re going to make me c*m before I even get the car started.”
His words made me moan again, louder this time. I sucked harder, moved faster, letting my lips slide up and down his length in smooth, filthy rhythm. I pulled back just to lick the tip, circling it with my tongue, tasting him, teasing him, then took him deep again until he hit the back of my throat.
His hips jerked, and he growled my name like he was about to lose it.
“Lyra, f**k, slow down—unless you want me to c*m in that sweet littl
