Slrp
This time higher up his shaft. A long, slow drag of her tongue from base to tip, like she was licking a fucking ice cream cone. Her eyes stayed locked on his face the entire time—begging, pleading for something he wasn't giving her.
Forgiveness? Understanding?
Viktor just watched. His hand stayed on her head, thumb brushing her ear. Silent.
"Why did you run away?"
"Please," Bella whispered. Her voice cracked. "Please don't be angry. I—I...mmhn... saw you with her and...nhn I thought—"
Slrp slrp
She kissed the side of his shaft. Soft, trembling kisses that moved up his length with increasing desperation. Her lips were wet—from tears, from her tongue, from the way she kept licking and kissing him like that would somehow fix everything.
"I thought I didn't belong," she breathed against his cock. "Haah... hic...I thought you didn't want me. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Her mouth opened.
Small. Too small for what she was attempting. But she tried anyway.
