The sweet taste hits my tongue as he inches himself inside. His eyes glitter, dark and focused, as I relax my throat, refusing to remove my gaze from his as I take him down. The velvety smoothness of his skin slides across my tongue as Ryker’s hips inch closer to my mouth, hovering at the edge of my gag reflex, before he pulls back once more.
A low, involuntary sound escapes me as he pulls himself back to the tip, only to press forward again with a slow, deliberate thrust. He moves with a steady rhythm, finding the back of my throat, testing my boundaries, before retreating yet again.
Over and over, he claims my mouth with a dominating thrust. His movements are unhurried and entirely controlled, as he stares down at me, his gaze unwavering as he watches the way my lips yield to him.
Eac
