Right now, my world has narrowed to the thick, salty taste of him taking over my mouth.
I’m gagging, my throat working around his c**k, and my fingers are digging into the hard muscles of his ass, pulling him deeper.
I’m not just letting this happen—I’m making it happen. He groans, a low, broken sound, and his hips buck forward, shoving another impossible inch past my lips.
Fuck, he’s huge.
A tear escapes the corner of my eye, but I don’t stop.
I hollow my cheeks and take him all the way to the root, feeling my throat open for him.
His fingers are tangled in my dark curls, yanking just hard enough to make my scalp sting. The pain is a bright, sharp counterpoint to the throbbing ache between my legs.
“That’s it, belle… choke on it,” he growls, his voice rough. That accent—Italian, I’
