Maria loved it.
She loved all of it.
She loved Cassius's cock—the weight of it in her hand, the way it twitched against her tongue, the salty taste of his skin.
She loved the sounds he made when she took him deeper, the way his breath hitched and his fingers tightened in her hair.
She loved the way he had spilled across her face—hot and thick and shocking and the strange, intimate taste of his semen that she had swallowed without thinking.
But most of all, she loved the way Cassius was kissing her right now.
This was the first time in her entire life she had been properly kissed. She had given kisses before—warm, wholesome pecks on the cheeks of her sisters, on the foreheads of crying children.
But this was different. This was an adult kiss, full of passion and longing. His tongue swirled inside her mouth, exploring, claiming, and she felt like she had been transported to another world.
She wanted more.
