His Pretty Little Pup
Her eyes locked onto Caelin's face—flushed, pupils blown wide with lust, a predator savoring its prey.
"If you don’t suck me now," Caelin growled low, voice fraying at the edges, "I might go crazy. Are you ready for this, pet?"
Elara nodded, breathless. "Yes, Alpha. I… I want to."
Something flickered across Caelin’s face then. A spark of mischief? Or warning? Elara couldn’t tell. But it was gone just as quickly, replaced with a kind of dark serenity. Caelin spread her legs even wider, allowing her to see the rest of his cock , not just the beautiful tip adorned with a cock ring.
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