Darrell
My d**k was already stirring again, thick and insistent, just from watching Bella lick her swollen lips, her eyes still glassy and starving. I wrapped my hand around the base and stroked slow—once, twice. f**k, it didn’t take s**t. Heat and blood surged in fast, hardening me back to steel in seconds, veins pulsing under my palm.
“Yeah,” I rasped, voice scraped raw from all the groaning earlier, “I get hard again so quick for you. Look at this shit.”
Her lips parted on a shaky breath, like she could already taste me on her tongue. That hungry little look snapped something in me.
“Open up,” I ordered, low and final.
She did—mouth wide, tongue flat, no f*****g hesitation. Good girl.
I fisted the back of her head, fingers knotting in her hair, and fed her the head first. Let her
