TONIA'S POV
Kermit continued his movement, pressing deeper until he reached the back of my throat.
Moisture gathered in my eyes, blurring my vision, but I fought to keep them open. Disobeying him was not an option. I had to maintain eye contact.
His expression transformed with raw pleasure as he pushed further, until my nose pressed against him and breathing became impossible.
Panic surged through me as my hands instinctively grabbed his hips, desperate to create space between us.
His grip in my hair tightened, holding me firmly in place. There was no escape from his control.
When my lungs screamed for air, he finally pulled me back by my hair, allowing precious oxygen to fill my chest again. Each breath felt like a gift.
Moisture and his essence dripped from my lips. His finger lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his intense gaze.
"Beautiful," he murmured, and those words sent liquid fire straight to my core. What power did this man hold over me?
