Chapter 147 — Sweet As Honey

• ~ CATHERINE ~
• I cradle the underside of Cain's cock with my tongue and work my mouth up and down his shaft; the portion I can’t cover I work with my hand. Each stroke brings him closer to the back of my throat, and wanting to take even more of him, I relax my throat. In seconds, I'm timing the motions of my clasped fingers with the suction of my mouth. Bitterness coats my tongue, but the taste is unique and not entirely unpleasant.
• “Stay still,” Cain orders hoarsely and wraps a firm hand beneath my jaw while keeping the other nestled in my hair. “I want to take those sweet lips for a ride.”