SOPHIA’S POV
I worked him with my mouth. Teasing and swirling my tongue around the tip of his c**k, savoring the groan that ripped from him.
His hands tangled in my hair, holding me in place, urging me deeper, and every vibration of his body pressed into my lips.
“God, Sophia,” he groaned, his voice thick and ragged. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
I hummed against him, sliding my tongue along his shaft, my hands wrapping around the base, but my pride still fighting the shame that thrilled me.
My own pulse hammered in my ears, heat pooling low and furious.
He moved his hips slightly, just enough to push against my throat, making me whimper into his length. My hands tightened, my lips slick and hot, and I dared to lift my eyes to him, meeting his dark, hooded stare.
“You’re so hot,”
