Love To Hate Me
I bob my head, switching between fast and slow, catching Rhys off guard with each unexpected change in rhythm, until he adapts to my pace.
"How are you so good... oh, fucking hell!" He exclaims, his fingers combing through my hair.
"Mmmmf." I moan, the sound muffled, and grab my own length, stroking it quickly as I start deep throating and sucking Rhys.
He's trembling! I'm trembling!
And before I can think, amidst the haze of lust, he's releasing into my mouth. And I'm drinking him in as I erupt myself.
"Come here!" Rhys breathes heavily, his eyes taking on a sultry, hooded gaze.
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