Emily's pov
I know it is strange, but I find myself loving his scent as he move deeper into my mouth.
His warm, hard yet, oddly smooth in my mouth.
I liked the way the veins on his c**k pulsed on my tongue, the way the tip of his d**k tickle closer to my throat as I force myself to swallow inch by inch.
I looked up, finding myself transfixed by a powerful being such as him, weakened because of me.
His jaw is clenched, his eyes dark, piercing on my face....
I could watch him all day like this with him in my mouth. I really wouldn't mind.
His taste, his scent....was driving me insane.
When he hit the back of my throat, I gagged.
He tried to pull away, his eyes glinting with concern, but I shook my head and hold him in my mouth.
He hisses.
"f**k Em. This feels so good."
A moan so
