Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)

by Kaylie Smith

She had never taken the full length of him all the way down her throat, but now she was determined to try. Wrapping one of her hands at his base, she sucked the tip of him into her mouth, making his hips buck forward with a curse and sliding a few more inches between her lips. He used the hand in her hair to gently guide himself even deeper, and she took it greedily. She brought her unoccupied hand up to rest on his thigh for balance as she took him further and further one inch at a time, until he hit the back of her throat. “Fuck, angel,” he panted. “Your mouth feels like fucking heaven.” She adored the way he always praised her when she did something he liked, the raspy little breaths that came out of his throat as he pumped into her mouth letting her know he was enjoying himself as much as she was. He made her feel safe to explore him without worry of judgment or fear. As she sucked harder, keeping up with the steady rhythm he had set, his hand began to tighten in her hair, and she knew he was getting close. “You’re doing such a good job,” he encouraged. “Eyes up for me, angel.”

on god she dont deserve that man