The way she looked had completely undone him. His grip tightened, his thrusts growing more desperate, almost punishing, as though giving in to a primal need that drowned out reason.
He couldn't stop, didn't want to stop.
Every sound she made, every flicker of movement, only pulled him deeper into that feverish, uncontrollable need that had taken hold of him entirely.
But it was actually harder than it seemed to take back control of his desire that had now run wild as he continued to roll his hips in and out.
"Ugh... Addie… I—I'm sorry, but you started it…" Zion groaned, though there wasn't an ounce of apology in his voice. His grip tightened in her hair as he guided her movements, thrusting deeper into her mouth.
"Just a little more, baby… I'm so close… too close…" he gasped between ragged breaths, his voice thick with desire. Every muscle in his body tensed; the sensitivity and rush of pleasure were overwhelming, but embarrassment was the last thing on his mind.
