Soren POV

I pull my hand away and hear the "ploc" my finger makes as it leaves Ayla's wet lips. I slide the tip of my index finger along the contour of her face, reaching her chin, and I push up slightly, and she lifts a little more.

"Open your lips," I ordered and watched her obey without thinking.

I feel a small twinge of guilt, after all, we haven't talked about this yet and I don't want to do anything that might trigger her.

I hold my cock in my other hand and bring the head close to her lips, but I just rub it around, smearing it with...