Claiming His Son's Séxy Girlfriend (8)
“Yes, sir.”
Vera lowered herself between Ron’s legs, her eyes never leaving his. Her mouth opened, her tongue flicking out to taste the mess she had just milked from him. He was still thick, still hardening again under her breath. She licked him slowly, dragging her tongue along the underside of his shaft, savoring his salt and heat.
Behind her, Peter stood completely still. He hadn't said a word since Ron ordered him to stay. His fists were clenched at his sides, his chest rising and falling with shallow, fast breaths. He was hard—his c**k straining behind the zipper of his jeans—but he didn’t move. Ron had made it clear. He wasn’t allowed to touch her. He wasn’t allowed to speak. He was only allowed to watch.
And Vera knew it.
She turned her
