Hailee's POV
I heard a ragged, guttural sound tear from his throat—a sound of pure, unadulterated shock and pleasure. His hands, still tangled in my hair, tightened for a second, then softened, holding my head almost reverently, yet desperately. I felt the powerful throb of him, instantly hard and thick, filling my mouth.
"God, Hailee," he choked out, the word barely a breath. "Stop… wait… no…"
But his cries of protest were weak, shattered by the wave of sensation I was delivering. He was begging for me to stop, yet his hips were involuntarily pushing up slightly, answering the deep, primal urge he couldn't override.
I paid no mind to his pleas. The taste of him, the sheer power of having him completely undone beneath me, was intoxicating. I worked slowly, deliberately, using my tongue and lips, watching the effects travel through his body like an electric current.
