89

KNIGHT

“Sweetheart?”

She didn’t say a word as she settled between my legs on her knees while I was on the sofa. My heart pounded so hard as if it were trying to break out of my chest.

She yanked down the zipper of my jeans, fisted my cock in her hand, and moistened her lips, making me groan. Darting her tongue out, she licked the slit on my shaft.

I sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck.”

She wasn’t only the most beautiful creature when she came, but kneeling before me as she was about to blow my mind was a refreshing memory that I could never forget.

As those eyes danced with humor, she took me by her throat. I was not, by far, an average size. I knew my cock, and she struggled a little. Knowing she was a virgin, I could bet my bike, she’d never done this before, probably watched porn. That was how she learned to deep-throat me, but I wasn’t complaining. In fact, it was perfect, and I was instantly hard as steel.

“Take it easy.”

She moaned against my girth as she did a good suck.