I Want More

Alexa Payne had lived safe for years, so the first taste of trouble thrilled her. Rob Piper gave her that taste. She slid to her knees, lips parting around his cock, and felt heat rush through every nerve. Each slow pull of her mouth pulled him deeper until she swallowed half his length without pause. Rob held her hair, pushed again, and her throat opened for him. The room filled with wet sounds and her soft choking gasps. She came up for air, spit glistening on her chin, then took him again, eyes fixed on his. Her hand stroked what her throat could not reach, and she moaned around him each time the crown pressed past her tongue. The pace grew heavier, his hips rocking forward. Alexa stayed locked on him, taking the thrusts until her lashes watered and her jaw ached. He warned her once. She didn’t pull away. Thick pulses hit her tongue, filled her mouth, and she held every drop before letting some spill over her lips and down her chin. She wiped nothing. Rob painted the last ropes across her cheek and mouth, then watched her lick them clean. She smiled through the mess, already hungry for whatever came next.