Jasmine.
“Take my c**k out, princess,” he said, voice gravel and smoke, tossing the buzzing vibrator aside like it had never existed.
The second the words left his mouth I shot upright, knees sinking into the mattress, every nerve on fire.
My fingers shook as I reached for his belt, metal clinking loud in the quiet room, leather sliding free with a hiss.
I yanked his trousers down in one desperate pull; they caught around his knees, trapping him in that kneeling position, but I didn’t care.
Nothing mattered except what sprang free.
God.
Just like I remembered, only worse.
Thicker.
Longer.
The head flushed dark, slick with precum, veins standing proud along the shaft like they were carved for my tongue.
It bobbed heavy in front of my face, inches from my lips, and I swear
