ISLA
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I wrapped my hand around him, feeling his weight and the warmth of his skin. He’d eaten me out a few times. It was only right I returned the favor, no?
Lorenzo looked down on me, his jaw tight. “Isla,” his voice came out more like a warning.
“Let me,” I whispered, half of me wanting to pleasure him and the other half wanting him to forget the awkward interaction we just had.
He didn’t stop me.
I moved my hand from the base to the top and he threw his head back, letting out a groan, his hand instinctively moving to my hair. I smiled to myself. It was obvious he was trying hard to restrain himself.
However, his control snapped the moment my tongue darted out to lick a slow stripe up his d**k.
“f**k, Isla!”
I looked up at him through my lashes, blinking innocently. “You tas
