Zara's POV
I stayed on my knees for a moment longer, looking up at him with my lips still wrapped around the last taste of him. My mouth felt full and swollen, and I could feel the warm, salty flavor of him lingering on my tongue. It was thick and real, nothing like I had imagined when I used to write scenes like this in my head. He looked down at me, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded with satisfaction, and he reached out slowly. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, wiping away a little of the shine there, and he smiled in that quiet, knowing way.
“Such a pretty girl,” he said, his voice low and rough, like he was still catching his breath. “Look at you, on your knees in my office, with those lips all swollen and shiny from sucking my c**k. You took it so well, little dove. Every inch. An
