CHAPTER ELEVEN: IS IT RIGHT... OR WRONG?
CHRISTINE'S POV
I HAD CLEARLY LOST MY MIND. I am not that hyped up about these s****l things.
Ian Gabrielle had undressed me and stroked my thighs. He knelt for me. Had I raised any objections or attempted to stop him? No, because the way he dominated me twisted my insides into molten lava and my mind into jelly. It was as if he started talking nasty and I couldn't think.
So help me, I wanted him.
His powerful hands kept me in place while kissing my inner thigh. Hands capable of indescribable ferocity but also being compassionate. In front of him, I was entirely naked, his face close to my p***y. And now I am thinking if I smelled fine down there? I knew a lot of people liked it from watching porn, but oral is different.
Ian's tongue tip br
