Living Dangerously

Emily Willis likes her kicks raw. She picks fights she can win, then drops to her knees before the other guy even catches his breath. Oliver Flynn takes the first swing and ends up with her lips stretched around him, throat working in steady, greedy pulls. He bends her over the table. She reaches back, spreads herself, and he sinks straight in—slow, then all the way, every stroke pulling a wet sound from her. When he slides out again she turns, sucks him clean, tongue flat against the taste she just gave up. He pushes back in, deeper this time, until the stretch pulls a long moan from her chest. He keeps going, pace building, hips slapping skin until he buries himself and stays there. He empties inside her, heat flooding tight and sudden. She holds still, feeling it, then pulls off, takes him in her mouth once more to taste what he left behind.