Chapter 11

I huffed and puffed above him, swaying back and forth as he blew me. I cupped the back of his skull in my palms so I didn’t fall to the floor. His sucking was enthusiastic and sloppy, but quite enjoyable. I couldn’t believe how long he could mouth me without taking a single breath. The man was like a superhero between my thighs as he slurped, swallowed, and drove his throat around my shifter. Pax was energetic and skilled and so very willing to get me off, indulging himself to the fullest.

“Cowboy,” I whispered above him. “Pax, you’re going to make me burst. You’ll have to stop before I shoot. I can’t hold it in much longer.”

When he finally pulled off my stick, wiping the back of his hand across his chafed lips and scruff-covered chin, he grunted, “I sensed you were going to blow. Glad you stopped me because I have other plans for you.”

“What kind of plans?”