Ranger tilted my face with his d**k still in it, holding me steady and giving me a breathing space as he stood from the chair. “Do you want to get throat f****d?”
The worst part was that I really did and I was doing this all wrong. A garbled affirmative came from my occupied mouth which he thankfully understood.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he commanded in that dark way that had my inner rebel crying. But the angle of me looking up positioned his length toward my throat and I understood.
He wrapped one hand around the back of my neck, gathering my hair at the base of my skull, and with the other hand he brushed away a stray tear that slipped down my cheek. “You’re even more beautiful with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”
Ranger pried one of my hands away from the base of his shaft
