Bailey POV
"Perfect," he breathes. "You're so f*****g perfect, Bailey."
He murmurs, a worshiping look evident on his face. I don't need to second guess the authenticity of his words. It's written all over his face.
His mouth descends on my breast, tongue swirling around the peak before he sucks gently. The sensation shoots straight to my core, and I arch into him with a whimper.
I can feel juices dripping from my messy p***y, an ache only he can quench drumming through my body.
"Orion…" I call in desperation, not even knowing what the hell I want.
"Shh," Orion soothes, his hands working at the button of my jeans. "I've got you. Just let me take care of you." He whispers gently, as if placating a child.
He slides my jeans and panties down my legs, his movements worshipful. When I'm c
