Ruth’s POV
Daniel’s c**k pushes past my lips and the weight of him on my tongue is the answer to two years of questions I was too ashamed to ask out loud.
He feels thicker than I imagined.
The head is smooth and hot and leaking salt onto my tongue as he slides deeper, his hand fisted in my hair, guiding my head at his pace.
My jaw stretches around him and I hollow my cheeks and suck.
He lets out a groan.
“f**k, Ruth,” he breathes, his hips rocking forward, pushing himself deeper until the tip nudges the back of my throat. “Do you know how many times I’ve pictured this? Your mouth on me?”
I gag around him and spit floods my mouth and drips down my chin.
I don’t pull out because the sound he makes when my throat tightens around him is worth every second of breathlessness.
My eyes wa
