Chapter Eighty-Five. Jessie and Diana.
Jessie’s Point of View.
I blow out a breath as Diana asks me a question, it is relatively easy, and have no issue answering it, yet somehow, I still manage to stammer. Every inch of my body is on high alert, as I look down at my woman kneeling between my knees. Her tongue juts out as she leans forwards, her eyes locking with mine. She hovers for a second, a small smile teetering on her delicious lips.
“You don’t sound sure of that answer DC Symons,” her hot breath tickles my balls, as I gulp and nod my head.
“It is my answer,” I manage to splutter, as she nods her head.
“The answer is correct,” she grins, almost bouncing on her knees with excitement.
I let out a low hiss as the tip of her tongue connects with my perineal raphe, as she give
