“You stopped.” “I just wanted to make sure you wanted this? You didn’t seem sure.” I lean down, letting my breath fan over his cockhead, and then dip my tongue briefly—oh so briefly—against the tip. I’m gratified by the choked sound he makes. “What’s that, O’jek?” “D’see…” “Hmm?” I can practically hear his throat working. The words that follow sound as if they’re gritted out between his teeth. “Please practice me.” Oh, I like that.
