He had anticipated a reaction.
But not this.
Not the sudden, brutal force with which she swallowed him whole.
No warning. No warm-up.
Just her mouth diving down and taking his entire cock to the base like it was nothing but a popsicle on a summer day.
No gag. No hesitation. No mercy.
Just heat, pressure, and a wet glide that made Rae's legs twitch.
He squirmed in the seat, jaw clenching.
The pleasure hit like a train, slamming into him before he could brace for it.
'Shit… I can't show it. I can't fucking show it outside.'
He fought every instinct in his body.
Tried to keep his cool, to pretend like he wasn't seconds away from gripping the chair like it was a lifeline.
But her throat—goddamn.
Her throat constricted around him, each ripple gripping his shaft like it wanted to milk the soul out of him.
The ridges along his cock, his favorite cursed gift, were doing their job too well.
He had always said they were a double-edged sword.
Now he was feeling the cut.
