Darrell

My dick was already stirring again, thick and insistent, just from watching Bella lick her swollen lips, her eyes still glassy and starving. I wrapped my hand around the base and stroked slow—once, twice. Fuck, it didn’t take shit. Heat and blood surged in fast, hardening me back to steel in seconds, veins pulsing under my palm.

“Yeah,” I rasped, voice scraped raw from all the groaning earlier, “I get hard again so quick for you. Look at this shit.”

Her lips parted on a shaky breath, like she could already taste me on her tongue. That hungry little look snapped something in me.

“Open up,” I ordered, low...