Chapter 79 The Night Before My Wedding (5)

• The room felt like it was holding its breath, the air thick with lavender and the pulse of something forbidden. I knelt there, my knees sinking into the plush carpet, Hailey’s hand still stroking Richard’s huge dick inches from my face. My heart hammered, a mix of nerves and adrenaline making my fingers tremble. She glanced at me, her eyes glinting with that daring spark, and without a word, she guided his dick toward my lips, the pink cap brushing against them.
• I froze for a second, my breath catching, the reality of it slamming into me. This was happening—really happening. My lips parted, timid at first, tasting the warmth of him, the unfamiliar weight. Richard let out a low groan, and that sound flipped a switch in me. I leaned in, my hesitation burning away, and took him deeper, my mouth sliding over his length with a hunger I didn’t know I had. I sucked him hard, my tongue swirling, finding a rhythm that felt reckless and right. God, I was good at this—better than I expected, the thrill of it lighting me up.
• Hailey giggled softly beside me, her voice a sultry hum. “That’s it, Jules,” she murmured, shifting lower. Her lips found Richard’s balls, sucking and teasing them with the same bold confidence she’d had all night, her fingers playing lightly as she worked. Richard’s groans grew louder, his hands gripping the edge of the bed, and the sound of it—his pleasure, our rhythm—sent a fresh wave of heat through me, my pussy throbbing with every second.