Hunter's POV

She made a soft sound around me, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. I showed her the rhythm with gentle pressure on her head… up and down, steady and controlled.

But she learned fast. Too fast. Within minutes, she found her own pace, hollowing her cheeks on the upstroke, tongue swirling around the head before sinking back down.

"Jesus Christ." My hips bucked involuntarily. "Where did you—"

She pulled off with a wet pop, her hand still working my shaft. "Am I doing it ...