I groaned, still half-asleep, registering warmth and wetness wrapped around my dick. Sucking sounds filtered through my consciousness like someone was trying to pull my soul out through my cock.
What the actual fuck?
My eyes cracked open to find sunlight streaming through cheap hotel curtains, painting everything in that orange-gold California morning glow. Naomi curled against my right side, pink and black hair spilling across the pillow, one arm thrown over my chest, her face peaceful and stupidly adorable in sleep. She'd drooled a little on my shoulder. Cute.
But Naomi wasn't the source of the wetness currently making my morning wood throb.
Blue hair bobbed up and down between my legs.
I looked down and immediately understood my situation. Belle Fox, naked except for the sheet half-draped across her hips, had her mouth wrapped around my cock like she was savoring an expensive dessert. Slow. Deliberate. Wet and sloppy in the best possible way.
Holy shit.
