“Imagine me on my knees for you, Nate.” His gaze drops as I lace the fingers of my free hand with the one already stroking him. “Shit. Fuck—” He groans. “My mouth full of your thick cock.” I slide both thumbs up his shaft and circle the crown. “Your hands in my hair.” Slow stroke. “Guiding me.” Tight squeeze. “Your cum sliding down my throat, because I’d swallow for you, Nathan, like a good girl does.”
