The Boss Made Me Moan (20)
I was on my knees in front of the couch, my lips wrapped around Dwayne. He gripped the back of my head and pushed deeper, groaning low and possessively. My eyes fluttered closed as his thickness filled my throat. My hands rested on his thighs, feeling every hard inch of his pulse as I worked him with my mouth.
His voice turned to gravel. "You don’t have to say you missed me. I can feel it in your throat."
I moaned around him, and he pulled back slightly, letting me catch a breath before pushing in again. I looked up, and his eyes were glued to me, wild and hungry.
"Open wider, Mia. Yeah, just like that. You’re so fúcking pretty like this. On your knees for me. God, I missed this mouth."
I let him use me, wanting it just as badly. I wanted to drown in him, fo
