She should have stood.
Instead she opened her mouth, leaned forward, and took the thick head between her lips.
The taste of him—clean skin and salt—flooded her tongue. Dominic’s hand settled on the back of her head, not forcing, just resting there like a claim. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, eyes fluttering shut, while her free hand came up to wrap around the base she couldn’t fit. He was bigger than any of the boys at school. Her jaw already ached and she had barely taken half.
“f**k,” he muttered above her. “Look at you. Jenna’s little sister on her knees in the living room, lipstick all over my cock.”
Lucy moaned around him. The vibration made his hips twitch. She took him deeper, fighting the gag, until her nose brushed the trimmed hair at the base and tears pricked her eyes.
