Immediately, sweat breaks out over my body as an intense wave of pleasure starts to roar through me.

“Take my cock,” I say. “Take me deep, baby. I want to hear you gag.”

She dips her head down, her hair crashing all around her face, only for her to pull back up to the tip and flick at the underside.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter. “Again.”

She listens. She lets me feel the back of her throat. She lets me feel her gag reflex, only to pull back up.

“Fuck me, babe. Again.”

Another time, she pushes inside me, twists my nipple, and gags.

Crazy fucking lust shoots through every vein, every muscle in my body as she does it again, and again, and again, until this fog falls over me. Euphoria takes over, and from the depths of my being, an orgasm so strong, so forceful climbs up from my toes, past my thighs to my balls and, with one final suck, my body stills, my cock swells, and I come violently in her mouth.

She sucks up every drop and licks my length. When she releases me, I fall back lifelessly on the bed, attempting to catch my breath. I hear her go to the bathroom, rinse, and then she brings a warm washcloth to my cock and cleans me up. When I’m finally able to look her in the eyes, I say, “Jesus fucking Christ.”

She chuckles and then lies back on the bed, spreads her legs so I can see how wet she is, and she fingers herself right in front of me.

“How does that feel?” I ask her.

“Would be better if it was you.”

“I agree.” I twist her so she’s lying flat on her stomach. I drag my hand from her shoulders and down her spine, all the way to her ass. “You have the sexiest body, Myla. I love these curves. I don’t know if you realize how much they turn me on.”

“I have an idea.” I hear the smile in her voice.

I take a few pillows and stack them under her pelvis until she’s lifted in the air to where I need her.

“The anticipation is killing me,” she says. “I think one touch, and I’m going to come.”

“You throbbing, baby?”

“Desperately. I love watching you come. I love everything about it. The way your body tenses, the muscles, the veins firing off. Your sound. Your taste. Everything. Nothing makes me more turned on, more ready, than watching you combust.”

“Then let’s see,” I say as I spread her legs, exposing her completely. I gently drag my finger down her center and get lost in her slickness. “Jesus, Myla.”

“I told you.” She sighs. “Nothing, and I mean nothing, will ever make me feel this way. Only you, Ryot.”

“Better be only me,” I say, even though in the back of my head, I realize that might not be the truth. “What do you want?”

“I want you to fill me up.” And then she tosses me the lube, and I know exactly what she needs.