“He’s very gentle with you, isn’t he?” Everett observed. “Do you need him to fuck your face a little?” Juno didn’t think Ollie was breathing when she looked up at him. His cock grew even harder on her tongue, the head of him pressing insistently against the roof of her mouth. It was so different like this, Juno realised. Roughness with care, from someone who would die before he hurt her. Designed for pleasure, not for bending her to their will. She wanted it. Wanted him to use her and feel power in watching him fall apart.
