I look up at him as I brush my lips against his cock.
He shudders.
I do it again.
A groan falls off his lips.
Again.
His palm presses against the back of my head, nudging me forward.
I torture him instead.
I flick my tongue against his tip.
His groan gets low, heavy.
I do it again.
Again.
I do it until he's shaking.
He sighs with pleasure as I take him into my mouth.
He tastes good, like salt and soap and Walker.
His skin is soft but he's so fucking hard.
I look up at him as I take him deeper.
His eyes go hazy with pleasure. His brow softens. His lips part with a groan.
I'm the one driving him out of his mind.
Right now, I'm the only thing he needs.
And that's exactly what I need.
I bring my hand to his hip, pull him closer to take him deeper.
Deeper.
It's too much. I nearly gag. But then that's not enough.
I swallow to relax my throat. My fingers dig into his skin. Again, I pull him closer.
Take him deeper.
Suck a little harder.
He presses his palm against my head, nudging me forward, commanding me.
I shouldn't like it.
But I do.
I let him guide me as I work him.