Chapter 128. Those Words

Calla's head tipped back, her eyes fluttering shut, and her lips parted wide. The sounds kept spilling, little gasps mixed with whimpers, then a long, trembling “Nngh…” as the waves hit her again and again. Her free hand gripped the chair so tight her nails dug in, and her knuckles turned white.

She couldn’t stop the noises even if she tried. Every pulse cajoled to let out short breathy cries. “Ah… ahh… yes…” Her voice cracked on the last word, turning into a shaky whine as she rode it out.

Rico watched every second, hand still working his cock in rough, fast strokes. His breathing was ragged now, his chest heaving, and a low growl rumbled out of him when her moans hit that high, desperate pitch.

“That’s it… just like that," he muttered, voice thick with heat.

Calla’s eyes cracked open, glassy and unfocused but still locked on him.