She pulled off just long enough to glare up at me, lips shiny. “Don’t say my name like that.”

Then she went right back down, taking me deeper until I hit the back of her throat. She gagged softly but didn’t stop. One hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t take; the other braced on my thigh. The wet sounds filled the room. Every time she came up for air she looked pissed off and turned on at the same time.

I let her work for a while, watching her lips stretch around me, before I sat up and pulled her off with a wet pop.

“Enough.”

“I wasn’t done.”

“Get...