Sage

Eve’s smirk was pure sin, slow and deliberate, like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. She bent forward, ass lifting high behind her, small waist curving in that perfect, devastating arch. The joggers still hung low on my hips, cock hard and heavy, jutting free.

She didn’t hesitate.

Her lips closed around me in one smooth, wet glide.

“Fuck,” I muttered, voice rough and low, hands instantly fisting the sheets so hard my knuckles bleached white. My hips jerked up on instinct, chasing the heat of her mouth.

She took me deeper, slow at first, then all the way down until her nose brushed my pelvis....