Chapter 142: Garth

Garth's mind went blank at her words.

Noemi dipped her head and what few brain cells he'd managed to hold on to scattered at the first touch of her tongue. She licked him like a lollypop, her tongue swirling around the tip while her hands worked him.

She glanced up at him, grinning, but only for a moment.

There was no way she didn't know what she did to him.

She tossed her hair back, over one shoulder and focused on his cock while her left hand cupped his balls. Before her, he'd never been with a woman as bold as she was. It was a turn on he hadn't expected.

Her lips wrapped around him and she sucked.

"Fucking hell," he groaned.

His hand was in her hair now, just holding on.

The wet heat of her mouth engulfed him. He leaned back on the desk for fear that his knees would give way. She eased forward, taking him deeper.

"God, No-No." He groaned as she laved the underside of his cock with her tongue.