Olivia didn't stop. Her mouth worked him with an intoxicating rhythm, her tongue curling beneath him, teasing his sensitive underside while her throat tightened around him. She let her saliva coat him, wet and warm, the sounds lewd and slick as she moved greedily.
Dylan looked down at her, and the sight nearly undid him. Her eyes were half-lidded, heavy with arousal, and she was sucking him like he was her lifeline—like the only thing she needed in the world was him inside her.
His hips bucked involuntarily.
"Goddamn it, Olivia…" he gritted through clenched teeth, watching her head move, watching himself disappear into her mouth over and over. "You're going to the end of me."
And truthfully, she is on the track.
Dylan couldn't hold back any longer. He gripped both sides of her head firmly, but not too tightly, just enough to claim control.
"Hands at your back," he growled, his voice deep, dominant, vibrating against her skin like a thunderstorm.
