She was treating him with a sort of reverent curiosity, her licks light and sweeping, her tongue darting around the head as if she were tasting a fine, delicate confection. She was savoring the flavor, treating his cock like a precious, sugary delicacy she wanted to prolong.
But Mike wasn't looking for reverence. He was looking for hunger.
A low, dissatisfied grunt rumbled in his chest, vibrating through his entire body. He reached down, his large hand tangling in her hair, not to pull her away, but to guide her with a sudden, rough intensity.
"Stop that," he growled, his voice dripping with annoyance. "What the fuck are you doing, Haruka?"
"You're licking me like I'm some goddamn piece of candy! Like you're tasting a strawberry popsicle!"
He gripped her hair tighter, forcing her head to tilt back so she had to look up at his darkened, commanding eyes.
