Chapter 4

I slid off the sofa onto the carpet, legs still shaky. The black tie crossed over my chest tightened with the movement. He stepped closer, the heavy length of him glistening with my slick. Up close it looked even bigger—thick, flushed, veins standing out along the shaft. He wrapped one hand in my hair and guided my face forward.

"Open."

I opened. The broad head pushed past my lips, already tasting of me. He didn't force it deep right away. He let me adjust, let me feel the weight of him on my tongue and the heat filling my mouth.…