There’s a wince—barely there, but I catch it.
Pain flickers in her eyes… and still, she keeps going.
Her breath hitches as her knees touch the floor.
One hand grips my thigh, steadying herself like I’m the only thing holding her up.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I growl.
She just smiles. Mischief and sweetness in her eyes. Trouble in bare skin and a damn t-shirt.
Her fingers reach for my belt, unbuckling it.
“Aspen…” I warn, jaw tight. “Don’t.”
She giggles. Those fucking giggles.
“You said you couldn’t fuck me. You didn’t say anything about me sucking you.”
I freeze.
“You are not,”
Her hand slides into my jeans, and I groan, a guttural, animal sound.
She pulls my cock out, and before I can form a single thought, I’m drowning in the way she looks at me.
I’m gone. Done.
She opens her mouth and takes me in, eyes locked on mine, and fuck, she’s beautiful.
Naked, on the floor, looking up at me like I’m the only one she’ll ever kneel for.
Her lips wrapped around my cock, slow and hungry.
She’s doing her best to kneel—one leg folded carefully, the injured one bent as much as she can bear it.
A goddess worshiping me.
Fuuuuck me.
I tilt my head back, barely holding it together. She starts to suck, fast and deep, her tongue swirling, every move making my cock twitch.
She’s too fucking good.
Wait!
I grab her hair and yank her off me, my cock glistening, throbbing. “Where the fuck did you learn how to give a blowjob like this?”
She just chuckles.
“Don’t be jealous, Reaper.”
Oh, fuck.She did not just call me that.
My cock jerks.
“Aspen.” Her name is a low growl.
