Page 169 of I See You

She gripped his dick with both hands, slowly swirling her tongue around the swollen tip, teasing him, testing his patience. A deep groan rumbled from his chest. “Fuck…”

Then she took him into her mouth, inch by inch, until his tip hit the back of her throat. She didn’t flinch. She just adjusted and sucked him deeper, her throat tightening around him like silk.

“Shit, Sevyn…” he growled, voice cracking as she found a rhythm. Her hands stroked what her mouth didn’t reach, and her tongue worked him like he was her favorite flavor.

He grabbed her ponytail, holding her steady, and thrust deeper. She took him, no gag, just greed—like she craved his release as much as he craved hers.

His legs tensed. His hands tightened. His breath hitched.

She was wrecking him from the inside out. And the fucked-up part? She didn’t even know it yet.

Hassan looked down—and instantly regretted it.

Because the moment his eyes met Sevyn’s, she was still devouring his dick like it was her last breath. Her tongue was wild, her throat tight, her lips sloppy and soaking him in spit. Her eyes, though— those eyes stayed locked on him like she wanted to watch him come undone.

“Fuck... what the fuck—” he moaned, voice guttural, eyes rolling back like she’d stolen his soul. His legs damn near buckled from the way she worked him, mouth gliding fast, messy, and wet with all the slurping sounds that should be illegal.

And then it happened—his body stiffened, his grip tightening in her hair as he nutted deep in her throat, filling her mouth to the brim. Sevyn didn’t flinch. She swallowed every drop like she needed the taste of him to live.

But Hassan? He wasn’t about to let it end there.

“Nah, fuck that,” he growled, lifting her up like she weighed nothing, catching her off guard as she gasped and giggled—until her pussy was eye-level with his mouth.

She didn’t get to laugh long.

Because Hassan buried his face between her thighs, tongue lashing her clit like it owed him something. His grip locked her in place midair, holding her effortlessly as his tongue circled and sucked with wicked precision.

“Yessss... shit!” Sevyn screamed, her eyes rolling back, her body shaking as her legs clenched around his head.

Seconds later, he dropped her down onto his dick, and she slid onto him with ease—wet, tight, and trembling.

Their moans met in sync. The stretch. The slide. The pressure. It hit them both like a wave. Hassan’s dick was deep and thick inside her,hisstrokesbrutalfromunderneath,hipsslappingloudagainst her ass, filling the room with thunder.

Sevyn clung to him, arms wrapped tight, riding him like she was chasing her next high. And he gave it all to her, every inch, every grind, every thrust like he wanted to ruin her for any man who tried to have her.

He bit down on his lip, fighting his moans—but the rawness of her pussy swallowing him bare was too much. Too hot. Too wet. Too fucking perfect.

If Sevyn thought for one second she was going back to being his therapist, his friend—she had him fucked up. She was his now. And he wasn’t ever letting her go.

“Hassan...” she cried, her voice shaky, her body teetering on the edge again.

He laid her down without slipping out, digging even deeper as he rolled his hips against hers. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he whispered, breath hot against her skin as he fucked her slow but hard, rolling every inch of her into his rhythm.

Sevyn didn’t get to answer.

She exploded—again. Wetness spilled from her, soaking the sheets, her cream glistening on his dick as she screamed his name.

Hassan now had her legs pinned behind her head, his strokes deep, hard, and punishing in the most delicious way. Her cum still coated his dick from the last orgasm he ripped out of her, making each thrust wetter, nastier, louder. Sevyn’s eyes fluttered as her head fell back off the sheets, the pressure of him hitting every part of her making her feel him all in her stomach.

“Look at me,” Hassan growled, his voice dark and demanding, yet dripping with need. He held her legs tighter, and when her teary, fucked-out eyes finally met his, something inside him snapped. His pace got wilder—deeper—and she felt it all, body trembling as her orgasm crept closer again.

Her curls were a mess around her face, her lips parted, and the way she moaned his name made him damn near lose it. He bent lower, never letting up, then took one of her pretty-ass toes into his mouth, sucking it slow and dirty like it was his favorite treat.

“Oh my god… yes, baby… fuuuuck, Hassan!”Sevyn screamed as the mix of his mouth and dick had her unraveling. She clawed at the sheets, her body locking up under him as her orgasm came crashing down like a tidal wave.

Hassan’s control snapped. He flipped her over, pounding her from behind, smacking into her ass with every stroke like he was staking a claim.

“Fuck! Ha... San!” she yelled, fingers gripping the sheets, mouth open, eyes rolling as her brain turned to mush. He felt her clenching, milking his dick like her pussy never wanted to let him go.

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