Cazzo.
If that's not the prettiest thing in the world, I don't know what could be.
Marina Reeves. On her knees. Looking up at me with those blue-green eyes.
Waiting.
For me.
I've imagined this.
But nothing—nothing—compares to the reality.
She reaches up to gather her hair. Tries to hold it back with one hand.
Her right hand.
It trembles.
I reach down.
I gather her hair in my fist. All of it.
Marina's hands fall to my thighs.
She leans forward.
Her breath ghosts over my cock.
I grip her hair tighter.
"Look at me."
Her eyes lift.
"Don't stop looking at me."
She nods.
Then her tongue touches me.
I groan.
The sound rips out of my chest.
Her tongue drags along my length. Slow. Exploring.
She starts at the base. Licks up the underside of my shaft. All the way to the head.
Then back down.
Cazzo. Cazzo. Cazzo.
My hand tightens in her hair.
She does it again.
Base to tip. Tip to base.
