Drawing in a breath through her nose, Lyla tried her best to go with it. “Damn,” Trick moaned. “I’m sorry, baby.”
But she’d got this far, and she was doing it. So she smiled and twisted to blink at him as she pulled back and went down to suck him deeper again. He bared his teeth and hissed. Yes, this was it, breathe, suck, it was all about the rhythm. Taking her time, she didn’t push too far and let him move in her one increment at a time.
Her confidence grew and she kept going, letting her hand spread on his belly as the other fondled him, she twisted her head on the next descent and he swore.
“Baby, I’m gonna come. You need to move.”
Tugging her hair, he began to pull her up. But she whimpered and grabbed for his hand, frowning as she shook her head and sucked him again. Pulling his
