Larissa's POV
Carson's gaze turned predatory. "Your body tells a different story. You're dripping wet right now, aren't you?" His hand moved slowly up my inner thigh, sending shivers through me. "Let me check."
His fingers found their way between my legs, confirming what we both already knew. "Exactly what I expected," he whispered against my ear. "Absolutely soaked for me."
I leaned down and traced my tongue along his length, from the base all the way to the tip. Carson's fingers twisted in my hair, gripping tighter.
"Perfect," he groaned as I wrapped my lips around him. "Go deeper."
I hollowed out my cheeks, creating suction while keeping my eyes locked on his. His hips thrust forward involuntarily, pushing himself further into my mouth.
"Christ, Larissa. Your mouth is fucking perfect."
I moaned around him, the vibrations traveling through his shaft as I used both my hand and mouth to work him. His breathing became harsh and uneven.
