Audrianna Angel
Bitchcraft #07, Scene #03
She sits at the edge of the bed, skin golden from the heat, one leg drawn up, thigh smooth and firm. He stands in front of her. She takes him in her hand, strokes once, twice, watches the way his stomach tightens. Her mouth follows her fingers, lips parting slow, tongue pressing flat against the head before she sinks down. He pushes deeper. She lets him. Her throat tightens around him, wet and warm, the sound of it filling the room. Spit drips from the corner of her mouth, running down his length. He pulls back. She gasps, strings of saliva stretching between them. He tilts her chin up. Her eyes are glassy, lips swollen. Then he pushes in again, harder this time, his hand in her hair. She takes it. Every inch. Her fingers clutch at the sheets. She moans around him, throat working, tears catching at the corners of her eyes. He fucks her mouth slow, steady, until her jaw aches and her breath comes quick through her nose.
She sits at the edge of the bed, skin golden from the heat, one leg drawn up, thigh smooth and firm. He stands in front of her. She takes him in her hand, strokes once, twice, watches the way his stomach tightens. Her mouth follows her fingers, lips parting slow, tongue pressing flat against the head before she sinks down. He pushes deeper. She lets him. Her throat tightens around him, wet and warm, the sound of it filling the room. Spit drips from the corner of her mouth, running down his length. He pulls back. She gasps, strings of saliva stretching between them. He tilts her chin up. Her eyes are glassy, lips swollen. Then he pushes in again, harder this time, his hand in her hair. She takes it. Every inch. Her fingers clutch at the sheets. She moans around him, throat working, tears catching at the corners of her eyes. He fucks her mouth slow, steady, until her jaw aches and her breath comes quick through her nose.