Chapter Thirty-Three
Stone’s breathing grew significantly heavier, turning into a series of ragged, uneven pants that filled the quiet bedroom as I took more and more of his thick length into my mouth. His large, warm hand remained gently but firmly threaded through the strands of my hair, not forcing my movements, but guiding the careful rhythm of my head.
“Easy, my beautiful little dove,” he rasped out hoarsely, his deep voice thick with an incredible amount of raw restraint. “Just relax your throat for me… that is absolutely it. Such a good girl.”
I let out a soft, muffled moan around his thick shaft, the vibration of my voice making his hard c**k twitch directly against my wet tongue. The breathless praise sent a sudden, intense rush of white-hot heat traveling straight down between
