Sky’s lips were still swollen, coated with his taste, her jaw aching deliciously from the brutal way Xavier had f****d her mouth, deep and filthy, making her gag and drool like a girl trained to worship every inch of him.
Her knees were sore from the carpet.
Her throat still burned from how deep he made her take it.
Her p***y? Dripping. Throbbing. Jealous of her mouth.
She was wrecked and exactly how he wanted her. Then his phone rang.
The sound was so sharp, so out of place in the heavy, s*x-thick silence, it made Sky flinch. She watched him, heart pounding, as Xavier stood and still half-hard, c**k slick from her spit, his hand lazily reaching for his phone.
One second, he was her s*x-crazed demonthe man who f****d her throat like he owned her soul and in the next breath, he was co
