Mia's eyes stayed on his even as they shone. She pulled back to the tip, sucked like a lollipop to recover, then slid down again, taking more than she thought she could. The thick ridge dragged over her tongue. The head punched into the squeeze of her throat and stayed there for a trembling second while she hummed, helpless, trying to keep the seal.
Stan's hand tightened in her hair. Not shoving. Holding on.
"That's deep," he said, voice wrecked. "That's so fucking deep. Look at you. You came in here to cuddle and now you've got my cock in your throat."
She moaned around him. The vibration plus the heat plus the way she kept staring up like she needed to see him fall apart, it stripped whatever patience he had left.
"Again," he murmured. "Slow. Use your hand on what you can't swallow. When you come up, suck the head. When you go down, let me feel that throat."
