Billionaire’s Contracted Maid Is His Bride
he growled, his voice a rough, desperate edge, “you’re gonna make me lose it.”
Suddenly, his hips bucked, a deep groan tearing from his throat as he reached his peak. Hot, thick spurts flooded my mouth, the taste salty and overwhelming, catching me off guard.
I froze for a split second, eyes widening, but his hand held me gently in place, his thumb stroking my cheek.
“Swallow it, little deer,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding, laced with a dark, approving warmth. “Every drop.”
My pulse pounded, a mix of nerves and arousal swirling in my chest. I hesitated, then obeyed, swallowing slowly, the act feeling intimate, raw, and strangely powerful.