DARIUS POV
Darius stood there watching Brielle beg for mercy.
He wasn't angry at her; he was simply embarrassed and surprised that she had caused him to orgasm so quickly.
His d**k was back in his pants, but he couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened.
He was still trying to figure it out, but nothing seemed to make sense.
Darius couldn't figure out how he'd lost so much control in seconds just by being with her.
He took his time with his submissives, guiding them and blowing his load in them whenever he felt like it, sometimes decorating their bosoms, their faces, but what happened a few minutes ago was completely out of character.
No lady, not even Delilah, had ever made him lose control in such a way.
If she used her mouth on him and had this effect on his f***
