Chapter 112. No Hands

Calla climbed, her knees dipping into the mattress as she positioned herself between Rico’s legs.

He hissed through his teeth as he sat upright, his back resting against the bed. His jaw locked tight as he tried to steady himself and not give the pain the satisfaction of showing on his face.

Calla was still in shock about his sudden request for a blow job. She had thought to refuse him, he was still in pains after all. But the way he said it, showed he wasn’t asking, he commanded it.

She saw the large bulge through his pants, stirring slowly. Her brows furrowed, wondering how he could be aroused even in pain.

She pulled his zipper down, and he sprang out. He was thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip.

The sight made her mouth water even as shame burned her cheeks.

“Open,” he ordered, his voice rough, his fingers gripping her hair forcefully.

She let out a soft gasp, breathing heavily, his roughness turning her on.

Rico held his co