She stroked the top of Dante’s head, petting him almost soothingly. “I won’t do this without lube. So get my c**k good and wet, and then I’ll work on slicking your ass.”
His muscles from his throat to his groin tightened. He stretched his neck, experimentally touching his tongue to the dildo. The rubber was a little cool against his hot mouth, and it tasted like he expected rubber to taste, but it wasn’t bad. Her hand tightened in his hair, encouraging him to do more than just have a taste. He parted his lips farther and moved his mouth along the shaft—it felt oddly heavy against his tongue, and when the tip brushed against his throat, he pulled away quickly.
His scalp stung from the force Noelle used to yank him back.
“You don’t stop sucking until I tell you to, boy. There are worse pu
