After about ten minutes—a lifetime and a heartbeat—Ross knew this was more than enough. It was perfect.
This was a first chapter, not the entire story, and it was a beautiful, honest beginning.
"Sabrina, I'm—" he managed, the warning a rough gasp.
The release, when it came, was a series of intense, pulsing jets.
Pew.
Pew.
Pew.
It was startling in its force, a warm, sudden flood against the back of her throat.
Sabrina's eyes flew wide for an instant, surprised by the visceral reality of it. But she was not ignorant.
She understood that Ross was coming hard right now and he was coming so much.
Instinct and intention merged.
She sealed her lips tightly around him, applying gentle suction, determined to accept everything he gave.
She swallowed once, twice, the taste musky and uniquely his.
Yet, there was simply too much.
A pearly rivulet escaped the corner of her strained lips, tracing a hot, slick path down her chin.
