MARKING
Kieran's POV
Her hands shoved my trousers down with surprising force, her nails grazing my thighs as she freed me. My c**k sprang hard against her palm, and she looked at it like she'd been starving. No shyness. Just hunger.
"Moya..." I tried to warn her, but the word was strangled in my throat when she wrapped her hand around me, stroking me slowly, her thumb teasing the tip. My hips jerked before I could stop them. She smirked and then slid down, her hair spilling over my stomach, as she licked the tip of my c**k, licking me like she was licking a huge lollipop.
The first drag of her mouth over me nearly ended me. The heat of her mouth and the wetness of her tongue as she swirled around the tip of my c**k before taking me deep into her throat broke me. My vision blu
