APRIL
Everything stops, leaving me gasping for air. Disbelief makes me look down, but the sight waiting there pulls a smile from me anyway.
Diablo is climbing up my body, straddling my chest, his body heavy and solid above me. His c**k is hard and thick, pointing straight toward my face. My mouth opens without hesitation, welcoming him, tongue warming around him as heat and weight fill my mouth. The stretch makes my throat work, breath catching as I take as much of him as I can.
Movement is impossible. His body pins me down, hands holding my head in place. He thrusts into my mouth, using me, and all that can be done is fight for air and look up at him. His groans spill from his mouth, eyes dark and wild with hunger.
This feels like s*x should feel. Not rushed. Not apologetic. It should
