Ryder
Delaney hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. Then she started moving. Up and down. Steady rhythm. Taking me deeper each time. Her throat relaxed, letting me slide past the tight ring until her nose brushed my pelvis. She held there for a second, swallowing around me, then pulled back slowly, lips dragging, tongue pressing flat against the underside.
Pleasure roared through me. It was hot and intense. Even building fast now. My hips lifted off the bed, chasing her mouth. She met every thrust, never gagging, never pulling away. One hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach. The other gripped my thigh for balance.
I watched her. I watched the way her cheeks hollowed. The way her lashes fluttered when she took me deep. The way saliva glistened on her lips.
