“I want you,” I say, my voice low, trembling with desire as I lock my eyes on his, daring him to take what’s his.

Without a word, he grabs my waist and pulls me closer, the roughness in his grip making my heart race. I pull down his zipper, my breath hitching as his cock springs free, thick and pulsing in my hand. Slowly, I stroke it, feeling it grow even harder under my touch, my thumb pressing into the thick vein running up its side. I lower my head and lick the tip, tasting him, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head. He grunts, low and primal, his fingers tightening in my hair. I smile, taking him inch by inch, feeling him fill my mouth as he throbs on my tongue. I start to move, sucking harder, bobbing my head up and down, taking him deeper each time.