CHAPTER 2

CELESTE

The words make me drip. My thighs press together as I gag on him, spit spilling down my chin.

“You like this?” he rasps. “Like being down there?”

I nod, mouth full, humming a yes that vibrates around him.

“Shit don’t stop.” His head drops back against the wall. His chest heaves, breath uneven. “Your mouth’s perfect. So fucking perfect.”

I moan again, swallowing more, lips sliding to the base. Tears sting my eyes from the stretch. He groans, low and ...