CAMILLA
“Fuck.”
I smirked and then leaned forward and took him in.
Deep.
I worked to relax my throat, breathing through my nose as I adjusted to his sheer size.
My lips stretched wide around his c**k, the sheer thickness of him forcing my jaw to ache. I didn’t care. I wanted it. I needed to be full of him.
I started slow, testing the rhythm, shallow bobs of my head, tongue swirling around the tip, letting the slick slide of spit and precum coat everything.
Then I pushed deeper. Inch by inch until the head hit the back of my throat, and I forced myself to swallow around it, gagging slightly.
He hissed, sharp and primal, one hand fisting in the sheets, the other gripping the edge of the headboard like he was about to break it.
He tasted dark and obscene. salty, musky, purely male
