“Caspian,” she whispered, making him squirm with how she made sure to touch every part of him. “Let’s have some fun.”
He didn’t speak.
Instead, he was captivated by watching her. Caspian was staring down his body, and enjoying the way her manhandling felt.
Oh, he was in control, only because he wanted this to never end.
He had to face the cold-hard reality that he was going to never have this again.
At some point, he’d have to say goodbye.
Unfortunately.
Rayna controlled the pleasure, her lips moving across his bare abs to the part of him she really enjoyed.
His erection.
Oh, and perfect didn’t describe it enough. He was thick, long, and she wanted him in her body in the worst way.
The man was rock hard, and she couldn’t wait to see him lose control.
It turned her on knowing that she could make him feel this way.
The way his body reacted?
It was perfection.
“I wonder how many times you can cum?” she asked, finally reaching his erection and licking him.
He moaned.
“I’m going to bet a few,” he admitted, enjoying how her hair cascaded down across his abs and erection.
When she looked up at him, Caspian fell into her eyes, and felt like he was going under.
Maybe he was.
All he could do was watch her lips teasing the head of his erection as she licked that glistening bead of cum from the tip of his dick.
His mouth went dry, and he couldn’t think straight. Yeah, he was going to die from this—without a doubt.
As she took him between her lips, sliding him down her throat, he moaned, and stared up at the ceiling.
Yoga had taught him control, but Rayna had destroyed it with just a blowjob.
He was already to the point he needed to cum. As he did battle, so did she—just for opposite reasons. He was trying not to explode three seconds into head, and she was trying to make that happen.
When she snapped her fingers, he took that moment to glance down, and all he saw was tits, his dick, and her mouth devouring him.
Oh, shit.
He was so screwed it wasn’t funny.
It had been about nine months since he’d slept with a woman, and now, she was making it difficult not to embarrass himself.
What he wanted to do was cum.
What he was going to do…was cum.