ISAAC’S POV.

I groaned low, my legs spreading wider without thought. My hand shot out, burying in her hair, the strands twisting between my fingers as if anchoring me. 

Then her mouth opened, and she slid down on me, warm and wet and perfect. My head fell back, a curse slipping out. Her lips stretched around me, her tongue tracing the underside as she sank lower, sucking harder the deeper she went.

“Fuck, baby…” My grip tightened in her hair not to control but to keep myself steady ...