A devil
If anything, he feared she would stop.
That was the worst part.
Not so soft.
A little harder.
Lower.
Just a little lower.
His breath came ragged as a desperate hunger coiled within him.
He wanted to take her hand, guide it to where he needed her most.
He remembered every single detail—vividly.
The way she had once brought him to the peak of pleasure, the way she had taken him into her mouth, the maddening ecstasy of it all.
Every night, that sinful memory haunted him.
He knew he would never forget it for the rest of his life.
Her lips, warm and slick, wrapped around him—
“Ah!”
The moment her fingers grazed the growing length between his thighs, his body jolted.
Her hand slipped beneath his waistband, moving like a serpent seeking heat.
“Haa....”
Their eyes met.
Wide, innocent eyes stared up at him, but her touch was anything but.
His cock stood hard and eager, twitching with anticipation.