Chapter Fifteen
My fist clenches the sheets and my hips buck.
“f**k,” I mumble sleepily, my hand moving down to thread through the dark hair of a girl that’s already rocked my world the entire night.
She groans, cupping my balls and I really hope she wasn’t down there long before I woke up. It’d have been a shame to miss any of this.
I’ve never had an alarm clock blow job, but damn if it isn’t the best way to say good f*****g morning.
She licks up and down my shaft, teasing my balls with her hand as she swallows me until my tip hits the back of her throat.
After sleeping together for the first time, we had s*x in the kitchen, I ate her out on the tequila-covered bar, then bent her over the edge of a chair and still my o****m rushes forward so fast that I can barely contain it.
As if
