Venessa’s POV
My breathing quickened faster than I care to admit. Seeing her on her knees was a sight that has consumed my dreams many nights, but actually seeing it damn near brought me to mine. I swallowed the lump that was in the back of my throat. Why am I feeling like this? I don’t waver. I don’t falter. I have brought more women to their knees than I can remember. Maybe it’s the fact that I didn’t tell her to do so.
As my eyes connected to hers I tried to say something but nothing would come out. What would I say? Stop? There’s no way in hell I would tell her to stop. She pulled my c**k out of my pants without breaking eye contact with me. I could see she was flabbergasted with it but knew not to show it. She’s trying to prove a point, and to do that, you can’t show any sort of em
