Harrison swallowed hard and looked into Stacey’s doe eyes. Please. He wanted to feel her mouth on him, the wet heat of her tongue and lips, the delicious suction. “You deserve something better than this.” Her laughter filled the limo the moment before he lost his breath. She ran her tongue along the length of him, as if testing his taste. A drop gathered at the head of his cock and she rubbed it with her finger, then looked him in the eye and tested it with her tongue. He drew in a breath and she grinned—the smile of a woman in control. When she took the head of his cock past her lips, his hips shifted forward instinctively, but he pulled back, his hands fisted in her hair. He gritted his teeth against the instinct to hurry her along, to push himself a little deeper into her hot, wet mouth. She took her time—licking the head before pulling back to press soft, wet kisses against the length of him again. His blood pumped hard and thick in his veins at the sight of her—soft and sweet, as she tortured him with her tongue.
