~~Scarlette~~
My hands worked the base while my mouth took more—slick, warm, sinful. I could feel his thighs tense under my fingers. His c**k twitched on my tongue.
I knew he was close—but I didn’t want to finish him. Not yet.
I pulled back with a pop, lips red, spit clinging to my chin.
“You taste so f*****g good,” I said, licking the tip slowly—just to watch his body jerk.
I stared up at him, hands still stroking. “I want to make you come like this. In my mouth. Let me.”
His jaw clenched. His eyes were wild.
And then his hips rolled forward, silently giving me permission.
And I dove back in.
He suddenly pulled my head up, forcing my eyes to meet his.
"Why don’t you f**k me instead?” he said, voice rough. “Take that as your apology."
Smirking, he shifted and leaned back on the
