He was coming. I could feel his ejaculation pulsating inside me. I wiggled off of him, dropping to my knees, sucking in as much of his dick that I could gather as he spilled on my tongue. “Fuck!” he growled again, hands in my hair, rocking into my mouth. “Son of a…” I wanted him to drown me. Let my autopsy say my lungs were filled before he buried me. Out of my mind, I sucked, even after he’d emptied down my throat. “Carmen.”
