“Heavens! f**k, don’t do that! Or I swear I won’t be able to hold myself back,” he gritted.
I stopped myself immediately, settling for my hands only. My hands moved up and down the length of his girth and I honestly hoped I was doing it right.
A deep, sexy groan ripped from his throat followed by the sound of my name.
“f**k, little mate…Alina, you're doing so well!”
My breath caught in my throat as I swallowed, feeling the way my core pulsed between my legs felt like it had a life of its own, as my thighs grew slicker.
I used my two hands this time and Soren didn’t seem to complain as another rough sound tore from his throat from pleasure.
His tip glistened with precum. I could feel it on my fingers as I pumped him. It coated down my hands making the hand job look even more erotic.
