Raisel’s POV
“I’m going to c*m,” I whispered, barely able to form the words. As I have been riding on his two larger fingers.
“Raisel, I want to taste you. c*m for me.” His voice was low, commanding, and my body instantly obeyed, shuddering with pleasure. His fingers slowed their relentless rhythm, teasing me until he slipped them out of my drenched heat. I could only watch, breathless, as he raised them to his lips, coated with my arousal. The sight made my face flush, his eyes locking with mine, a smug smirk pulling at his lips as he tasted me. The act was intoxicating, both filthy and hot.
“God, I’ve never felt this good…” I managed to breathe out.
He chuckled darkly. “Raisel, we’re just getting started. You’ve no idea what I can make you feel.”
My heart pounded, slamming against m
