Chapter 42

"Shiiiit," he groans as I enthusiastically bob and suck him like my life depends on it. I want this. Need him to come down my throat. I’m on my knees, my back bent at a ninety-degree angle as I take every fucking inch he has. The edges of my lips feel like they’re going to rip, and tears blur my vision as we both use my throat as a punching bag.

“I’m going to come, baby girl. You’re not going to waste a drop, are you?” Dane grunted.

His body was tense, his balls squished against my chin as my fingers continued massaging them. I used my thumb to draw circles into it as they drew tight. He was getting close, and I wanted his release more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I swallow and hum to answer him. He shoves me down on his cock, holding me there while he came. It gushed from his tip and my eyes rolled into the back of my head at his taste. He was better than drugs. Who needed Moony when y