Ruth’s POV

Daniel’s cock pushes past my lips and the weight of him on my tongue is the answer to two years of questions I was too ashamed to ask out loud.

He feels thicker than I imagined.

The head is smooth and hot and leaking salt onto my tongue as he slides deeper, his hand fisted in my hair, guiding my head at his pace.

My jaw stretches around him and I hollow my cheeks and suck.

He lets out a groan.

“Fuck, Ruth,” he breathes, his hips rocking forward, pushing himself deeper until the tip nudges the back of my throat. “Do you know how many times I’ve...