He rocked his hips slowly at first, pushing deeper, letting her lips stretch around him. The warmth of her mouth, the slickness of her spit, the vibration of her muffled moans—it was all too perfect.
"Yes… so good," Julian moaned, his voice dark and thick with pleasure. His grip tightened just slightly, guiding her movements.
Heavenly Moon was stunned—utterly stunned.
I'm… doing this. I'm actually sucking his cock.
Me. A Saint. The woman who once thought she was above all. Now I'm gagging on a man's cock like a desperate whore.
Her eyes blurred with tears as he slid deeper. She tried to speak, to say something—but Julian cut her off with a low grunt and a sudden thrust, pushing every inch of himself.
Her eyes rolled.
Spit dripped freely down her chin, thick, trailing down the curve of her neck.
So big… it doesn't even make sense. I can't breathe. I can't even think—
Julian groaned again, making her nose press against his skin, forcing her to take all of him.
