Twisted Rivalry
he rasped, his hips twitching forward automatically against my mouth.
I smiled against his skin, fueled by the intoxicating rush of power. I kept going, increasing the pace, swallowing him whole until his breathing turned ragged and violent.
"Fuck, Wildcat... I'm going to come," he whispered hoarsely, his body stiffening.
A second later, a thick, hot white liquid spilled across my face and chin. I leaned up, slowly licking the stray drops from his skin as he threw his head back, his chest heaving as he fought to regain his breath.