CLAIRE

I parted my lips open, my knees sinking deeper into the carpet.

Grey's smirked stretched a dark widely across his face as he reached down and gently tapped the thick, glistening head of his cock against my lips.

I inhaled him deeply on instinct. The musk smell of his essence—an intoxicating blend of expensive cologne, raw heat, and the salty scent of his earlier encounter—filtered straight into my nose. It made my throat instantly dry with an undeniable thirst.

He pushed forward, and I widened my mouth as far as I could to accommodate more of his length. My lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, my tongue automatically reaching...