Bentley's breath was already heavy as he watched Ivy take him deeper into her mouth, his pulse thundering in his ears. His hands gripped the armrests of the chair with a force that turned his knuckles white. Ivy worked him expertly, her mouth hot and wet around him, the friction maddening, her tongue moving against his most sensitive spots.
Bentley’s vision blurred, his mind swirling between flashes of desire and fleeting thoughts of Nova, though they were rapidly dissolving in the wake of Ivy’s relentless ministrations. He was reminded of the first time that Nova took him inside her mouth in the bathroom.
That was the best he's ever had. It was passionate, from the mouth of an inexperienced woman or should he say from a woman who was just giving head for the first time.
He wiped the t
