He pulls back, tracing my chin with it, my breasts, my n*****s. Everywhere but my mouth. Tingles spread through my belly, sending warmth down to my very toes. I swallow, again, a word I will never utter forming on my lips. Please.
But I was stupid to think he'd ask me to utter it anyway, because he doesn't need my permission to take what he thinks is his. He plunges his c**k into my mouth, making me taste myself on him. It is disgusting, carnal in a way that makes my body temperature shoot up about ten degrees. He doesn't fit into my mouth but he expects that I take him. My eagerness doesn't make up for my lack of expertise in this department, and I end up scraping my teeth across a vein.
Rather than yell at me like Jaxon would have, he shuts his eyes, a content sigh rumbling in his ches
