Vinorca Jona POV

I'm doing something right. Maybe everything.

Bliss rolled through me at the sound of his moan.

My right hand cupped his balls, squeezing lightly as I sucked him deeper, his head grazing the back of my throat.

Something salty bloomed against my tongue, slick with saliva. His cock tightened, leaking, and his breath came in sharp, unraveling pulls.

I kept my gaze fixed on his face, fighting the sting threatening to spill from my eyes.

He looked like a man in heaven. And I was the one taking him there.

“Fuck, Vin, I'm coming,” he grunted, and then he was, shooting down the back of my throat,...