He tastes the same. That thought hit me hard, and I blinked hard to break eye contact. My brain pounded behind my eye sockets, but Oran only rammed his cock deeper down my throat. His happy-trail ticked my nose, and my palm flew to his chest to fist his shirt when he didn’t pull out. Saliva dribbled down my neck and his sac, and he swiped my hair back as my face became hot.
“Swallow-“ Gruff and short, the command rolled down my spine, and I arched as Oran thrust against my chin. I couldn’t do anything but what he demanded…
Another second chance romance by Amy Brent, hot enough to get those juices flowing!
HEA? You know it baby!