“Feel good?” I ask, batting my eyelashes up at Teddy.
He watches me with half-lidded eyes, his expression smoldering like he’s trying to hold himself together. But it doesn’t stop the groan that pours out of him as I gently cup his balls with one hand and thumb his swollen tip with the other. I love seeing him like this—so totally blissed out—and knowing it’s all because of me.
“f**k, babe.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Too good.”
I lower my mouth again and almost smile—well, if my mouth weren’t otherwise occupied, that is. Because Teddy King tastes exactly how I remembered.
As I bob my head in time with his gentle thrusts, the lingering minty taste of his bodywash is all too familiar. He’s used the same brand for years now. And with every passing second, with every inch deeper I
