[WARNING! MATURE Content ahead!]
Even at rest, he was thick and heavy in her hand, but at her teasing strokes, he hardened quickly, responding to her like he was made for her alone.
Alexander let out a sharp exhale, his head tilting back slightly, but his gaze never left her.
"You're playing a dangerous game, sweetheart," he murmured, voice thick with warning.
She only smiled. "Then let's see if you can handle it."
Celeste's hand moved with deliberate slowness across Alexander's engorged flesh as if she was savoring every exquisite inch of him. She could feel each pulsing vein beneath her fingertips, each quivering ridge of muscle like a roadmap leading to pure ecstasy. His thick length throbbed eagerly for more of her touch –– only growing harder and hotter as she held him tightly inside her fist.
