She pulled off just long enough to glare up at me, lips shiny. “Don’t say my name like that.”
Then she went right back down, taking me deeper until I hit the back of her throat. She gagged softly but didn’t stop. One hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t take; the other braced on my thigh. The wet sounds filled the room. Every time she came up for air she looked pissed off and turned on at the same time.
I let her work for a while, watching her lips stretch around me, before I sat up and pulled her off with a wet pop.
“Enough.”
“I wasn’t done.”
“Get on your back.”
She hesitated for half a second—pride still fighting—then lay back and spread her legs.
I didn’t bother with more foreplay. I lined up and pushed into her in one long thrust. Stephanie’s back arched off the bed and a broken
