Chapter 48: OLIVE's POV
I leaned forward, my mouth opening, and wrapped my lips around the head of his c**k.
The taste hit me immediately—salt and musk and something that was purely him—and I heard the groan rip from his chest, felt his hand fist tighter in my hair.
"More," he growled. "Take more of me."
I tried. Slid my mouth down, feeling him stretch my jaw, feeling how his c**k felt heavy on my tongue, and the way that gold ring brushed against my lips and I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks.
His hips jerked forward, pushing deeper, and I gagged slightly.
"That's it," he breathed, voice wrecked. "Choke on it."
I looked up at him through watery eyes and something about the way he was staring down at me—like I was something he wanted to destroy and worship at the same time—made me
