Stella's POV
I
drop down, kneeling for him, knowing I’m relinquishing control to him, but strangely unafraid. His hands wind into my hair as he gently cradles my head.
"Tell me to stop if I’m too rough, okay?”
One hand holds the back of my neck, and the other guides his hard d**k toward me. “Stick your tongue out, baby.” Then the tip of his c**k is pressing against my lips, parting them and pushing inside. I do as I’m told, sticking out my tongue and swirling it against my head, tasting the heady-salty taste on my tongue. “That’s a good girl.”
I wrap my lips around the tip and suck gently. His hand leaves my neck and immediately sinks into my hair. “Fuuuck, Stella.”
He moans loudly, and just like that, I lose my ability to wait for orders.
Placing my hands on the front of his thig
