But I didn’t.
I wouldn’t.
Not until she let me.
I would be a good boy for her.
Amber’s smirk deepened as if she knew exactly how much restraint it took for me to stay still. She wanted me like this—waiting, aching, desperate for her.
And then—fuc.king hell.
She flicked her tongue over the tip of my c**k, a slow, deliberate stroke that sent fire racing through my veins.
I groaned, my head tipping back, my thighs tensing.
She didn’t stop.
She dragged her tongue along the length of me, slow and languid, taking her time, torturing me.
I clenched my jaw, my muscles locked, my breath ragged.
She was going to kill me.
From behind her, I heard Aaron curse under his breath. Alan’s breathing had turned sharp and ragged. They were watching her, watching her fall apart for us
