Chapter 29

• Just as her orgasm had washed through her, she came back down from flying, and his lips were on hers, his hands running through her hair. She didn't need any persuasion as they changed positions, and she found herself on her knees, with the beautiful masterpiece of a cock right in front of her. She marveled for a moment, only hoping she could show him the same tender worship he had shown her. She closed her eyes as her mouth met his cock. He groaned as she kissed him softly, sucking lightly on the head. It was really a beautiful cock he had.
• Once she had the head in her mouth, she struggled to maintain control of her hunger for him, sucking and stroking his cock, wanting more and more of it in her mouth. The feeling she got from having him in her hands, in her mouth, in her possession, and under her control forever sent warmth shooting from her heart to between her thighs. She felt as though nothing could hurt her—not even the painful demise of her mother—as long as he was there. She felt powerful, strong, and beautiful with him in her mouth, and she couldn't get enough of feeling him slide in and out of her mouth.
• Soon enough, his cock was pressing against the back of her throat, and her hands were wrapped around his balls, massaging softly as she sucked his dick. She craved his cum. Denzel moaned loudly, grabbing her hair and tugging her gently off his cock. His eyes met hers, clouded with lust.