She maintained eye contact with him refusing to concur.
“Relax” she mumbled and gently yanked her hand away from him.
She deliberately unzipped his breeches and freed the huge b***r that jumped out to meet her widened eye.
“You look like you are just seeing him for the first time” Tristan quipped at her reaction. He folded his hands behind his head and prayed he survived this torture. He shuddered when his c**k came in contact with her hands.
“Holy f**k!” he moaned raising on his elbows as her hands went up and down his c**k as though she has been in practice.
He closed his eyes and tipped back already losing his wit.
“God. That is so good baby” he whined huskily opening his eyes to meet hers that suddenly looked a dark shade of blue.
So he was not the only one affected by the way.
