MAYA
My heart nearly stopped when the door creaked open.
“Maya?” Mom’s voice called softly.
In a split second, Tristan reacted like the possessive predator he was. He yanked the blanket over his head and dove lower between my thighs, hiding completely under the covers.
Before I could even process it, his hot mouth was back on me- tongue dragging slowly through my soaked folds while my mother stood in the doorway.
I gasped sharply, my back arching off the bed as his tongue flicked over my swollen c**t. The blanket muffled his movements, but nothing could hide the wet, obscene sounds of him devouring my p***y.
“Maya, honey? Are you okay?” Mom asked, stepping closer.
I bit my lip hard, gripping the sheets until my knuckles turned white. Tristan’s strong hands gripped my thighs, holdin
