[ AYSEL ]
“You’re going to take every bit of my c**k into your mouth,” he continues quietly, tone lethal. “You’ll suck me like your life depends on it. And maybe it does. Next time, you’ll think twice before messing with my head.”
I’m still kneeling before him, his heavy length hovering right in front of my face, dominating my space.
I can feel its presence without even looking at it, and that alone makes my insides grow hotter. I can’t bring myself to lower my gaze. The sheer size of it frightens me, and a part of me doesn’t even know if it’s right to look.
So I don’t.
I keep my head lifted, my eyes locked onto his instead. Those dark silver-gray eyes that hold the same wicked promises his lips speak so effortlessly.
His fingers continue to stroke my face, my ear, sliding through
