Page 135 of Money Reigns
Works me slow. Controlled. Her hand stroking what her mouth can’t take, spit slicking me up like she wants it messy.
Like she wants me undone.
I look down at her.
Her lips stretch around me, cheeks hollowing, eyes locked on mine like this is worship.
Like she’s showing me who I belong to.
“Goodgirl,” I grit, tightening my hold in her hair. “Just like that.”
She moans around me—soft and sinful—and the vibration punches straight through me.
My jaw locks. My thighs tense.
But she doesn’t stop.
Doesn’t flinch when I buck my hips.
She just takes it.
Deeper.
Her eyes water. Mascara smudges.
And I lose it.
I fuck her mouth.
Slow, then faster. Controlled thrusts that have her gagging softly, spit dripping down her chin.
She lets me.
Lets me use her.
Because she knows.
Knows this isn’t just about pleasure.
It’s release. Control.Peace.
And she gives it to me like it’s hers to offer.
“Look at you,” I breathe. “So perfect. So fucking perfect for me.”
Her hand cups my balls. Rolls them just enough to make me groan again, my head spinning.
She moans as I fuck deeper, more ragged now, my body tight, my grip savage.
I’m on the edge, choking just at the turning point.
She pulls back just enough to suck hard at the head, her tongue swirling, hand stroking, mouth wrecking me like a fucking queen.
“Olivia!Fuck!I’m gonna come—”
She moans again, eyes glassy.
Inviting.
