Before he had the chance to push his pants off his hips, Noelle closed the distance between them and curled her fingers into his.
“You wanted me to put this on for you?”
His throat was dry as she took the ring he had clutched in his hand, and all he could do was nod, watching as she sank to her knees. Her warm breath fanned over his jutting length, and when he felt her strong hand grasp him at the base, holding him still, Dante groaned.
Noelle sighed. “Oh, I’ve missed this c**k,” she murmured. He looked down in time to see her lean in and kiss the very tip, but there wasn’t time to appreciate the soft contact before she placed the ring over the head and began pushing it down the length.
The ring felt tighter and tighter as she slid it down his length, until she reached his balls. Dante
