My mouth opened wider without even thinking. I looked up at him from the floor with my lips parted, tongue out, and heat staining my cheeks like I was seconds from losing my f*****g mind.
I couldn’t wait.
I didn’t want to wait.
I wanted his c**k. In my mouth. Down my throat. Slapping my tongue, stretching my lips, gagging me, ruining me.
I reached up with both hands and fumbled with his belt, too messy, too eager, fingers trembling from how badly I needed him.
I could smell him now, thick and wild, that dark spicy Alpha scent mixed with sweat and leather and heat, and it only made my mouth water more.
My p***y clenched again. I rubbed my thighs together, moaning softly as I yanked his pants open and finally, finally, finally got what I wanted.
And then I took him in.
His hand tig
