Alora’s POV
Still in the web of passion, Rune forces me to my knees and pushes my hand against his leather belt. Fisting my hair he tilts my head. I love when he lost control of himself.
“Take out my cock. Make it nice and wet.”
I fumble with his buckle, my hands shaking but I manage and unzip him. No boxers, his dick springs free slapping against my lips. Grabbing his ass, I deep throat as many of his thick inches as I can. He is so fucking huge.
The stretch always left me sore for days. The first time, I didn’t leave my bed for a day. Should’ve known not every man is blessed as my Rune. But the adrenaline, the chase left me incoherent. All I care about was finding bliss.
“Take. More.” His hand puts pressure on my head, gagging me on his shaft so hard that tears and spit run down my face.
“Show me what a filthy slut you are for my dick, Alora. How much you want your holes filled with my cum.” He growled out.
His precum leaks on my tongue. I moan at the salty taste, sucking harde
