17. SOUR DESIRE.

ISAAC’S POV. I groaned low, my legs spreading wider without thought. My hand shot out, burying in her hair, the strands twisting between my fingers as if anchoring me. Then her mouth opened, and she slid down on me, warm and wet and perfect. My head fell back, a curse slipping out. Her lips stretched around me, her tongue tracing the underside as she sank lower, sucking harder the deeper she went. “Fuck, baby…” My grip tightened in her hair not to control but to keep myself steady because my chest was rising and falling sharply. She hummed around me, the vibrations shooting straight through my spine, and then she pulled back only to take me in again, her pace unrelenting, messy and obscene. The sight of her breasts pressed against my thighs, the sound of her soft wet slurps filling the room. I was losing it, every ounce of control stripped away with every glide of her lips. “Just like that,” I groaned, my voice thick, rough. My hips twitched upward, and I felt her throat constr