LILIANA
“f**k, yes. That's it,” he growls. “Show me how bad you want it.”
And that's exactly what I do. My tongue traces the line under his c**k, trailing it down to the base and back up again. By the time I repeat this a couple of time, he's panting so loud and my eyes blur with pain from my burning scalp.
The ache in my jaw increases as I widen my mouth to take him in deeper. The only thing that rings in my head is to give him pleasure. His every pant and hoarse groans drench my panties in my wetness.
Everything that should feel so wrong, feels so goddamn good.
The way he whispers my name like a prayer, his fists tightening in my hair, the way he raises his hips to pump into my mouth—I should feel used, degraded. Instead, a thrill of excitement courses through me and my p***y is
