I wrap my hand around his cock.
His fingers curl into the back of my head.
I stare into his eyes as I brush my lips against his tip. He tastes good. And there's something about feeling him against my mouth—
I really fucking like it.
I tease him with another soft brush.
Then another.
His eyelids press together.
His fingers curl into my hair.
He groans as I take him into my mouth.
I watch our reflection. Watch my lips strain against him. Watch his cock slide into my mouth.
I flick my tongue against his tip. The top. Then the bottom.
His hand knots in my hair.
Mmm. He feels too fucking good. He really does.
I try a harder flick. Then higher. Lower. There—
He tugs at my hair.
Griff looks down at me with heavy lids. "I'm gonna take over, baby."
My response is a groan.
"Give me your hand."
I do.
He brings it to his ass. "Let me know if it's too much."
My fingers curl into his skin.
He presses his palm into the back of his head. "I'm gonna fuck that pretty mouth."
My sex clenches.
I wrap my lips around my teeth.
He shifts his hips, driving his cock into my mouth.
A short, slow thrust.
Then deeper.
Harder.
Fuck. I swallow to relax my throat.
He drives into my mouth again.