Like the roar of a crowd, his words, his sounds, the way he moves encourage me. God, the grunts and growls, the way his muscles tighten and then relax and then tense again. It’s kind of beautiful, powerful, and a complete turn on. “So good,” he groans. “All yours. All. Fucking. Yours.” His never-ending praises make me even more ravenous, even more daring as I lick the throbbing veins on the underside of his thick, heavy cock. “Fuck, Ellie, just … fuck!” His hand fists my hair. “You don’t have to—”
