‘A man who kneels for you Alina, would give you the world.’
Her voice echoed in my mind.
Draven’s fingers wrapped around one of my thighs, throwing it over his shoulders just as his lips clamped around my p***y, his tongue flickered over my c**t.
I cried out loudly, unable to keep it down this time. My head threw back, my lips parted, left wide open in pleasure.
His tongue was relentless. His two hands, one on my thigh holding me steady, and the other on my waist keeping me from falling just as he sucked on my c**t like a starving man, alternating between sucking and biting.
I couldn’t hold it back. My entire form vibrated, trembling with pleasure. My vision blurred just as my thighs shook in his hold, but Draven only held on tighter to his lips, never stopping—not even for a second.
