Chapter Eight
Tommy stared down into her big, beautiful blue eyes, and lost his f*****g mind. She was so sweet and unsure of herself, and the last thing he wanted to do was pressure her into anything. But she was lying here practically glowing after her o****m and offering him the same.
Before he could back off, her hands were working the button on his jeans. She fumbled to get her hand in because of the awkward angle with him on top. He rolled over. A stark look of rejection crossed her face but disappeared as soon as he shoved his jeans and underwear past his hips. Who the hell would refuse a hand job from her?
Her eyes widened when she looked at his d**k. With a sharp intake of breath, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around him. Her first strokes were slow and tentative, her
