Isabella smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. "You want some, don't you?"
Liam's breath caught, his eyes darkening with desire. "You know I do."
She reached down, her hand palming his length through his jeans. He groaned, his hips bucking into her touch.
"Then take off your pants," she said, her voice low and husky. "I want to taste you."
He didn't hesitate, shoving his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, hard and aching for her touch.
She wrapped her hand around him, her fingers barely touching as she stroked him from base to tip. He cursed, his head falling back against the pillow.
She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of pre-cum at the tip of his cock. He groaned, his hands fisting in the sheets.
She took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock. She swirled her tongue around him, tasting every inch of him.
