Page 16 of The Enforcer

Joaquin, on the other hand, was different. He was verbal, which I appreciated. It caused a thrill to set my body on fire.

I managed to coat his cock with my saliva. Keeping one hand at the base, I used the other to hold his shaft and move up and down, following my mouth with my hand.

He moaned. His grip on my head tightened.

I increased my pace.

"Shit," he said. "I'm going to -"

I didn't stop. I was sure he was warning me because he wanted me to have enough time to move, in case I didn't want his release in my mouth.

But I did.

I craved his taste. Like something both salty and sweet.

I was already addicted.

I kept going until I drank his last drop, until he had to physically push me away.

"Fuck," he got out. I took a seat on the bed next to him, suddenly shy.

Without warning, he turned and lunged for me.

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