AUTHOR’S POV
“f**k, Olivia,” he muttered, his hand sliding into her hair, fingers tangling in the strands. “Just like that.”
She picked up the pace, her mouth working him with increasing urgency. The sounds were obscene—wet, sloppy slurps and the hollow pop of her lips releasing him before diving back down. Saliva pooled around her lips, dripped down her chin, slicked his shaft as she slid him deeper into her throat.
She relaxed her jaw, opened wider, and pushed until her nose pressed against the coarse hair at his base. His c**k lodged deep in her throat, and she held there for a second, her eyes watering, her throat muscles contracting around him. He groaned, a rough, guttural sound that vibrated through her skull.
“That’s it,” he growled, his grip tightening in her hair. “Take it al
