(JOY)
MARTIN GROANED. “Why do you keep on doing that?”
I blinked. “Do what?”
“Licking your lips. It’s making me imagine…” He shook his head.
“Imagine what?”
His jaw clenched.
“Tell me,” I asked him in a soft voice.
Martin inhaled deeply. “Whenever you lick your lips like that, I imagine that those luscious lips are wrapped around my length and not my fist. I imagine them sucking me.”
“Oh.” My eyes went down to his c**k again. I gulped when I felt even hotter than before. I felt… sexy and desirable, knowing that this handsome man was imagining me while he m*********d.
“Then the more I want to see you come, Martin.”
He groaned and jerked his arm, stroking more rapidly, every muscle in his body growing hard and rigid. And then suddenly, as if he could not control it anymore
