Chapter 57. Soft Feelings

“Yes… just like that,” Rico’s voice came out rough, a low command that made her heart thump harder. His hand slid into her hair, guiding her with a grip that was both firm and steady. His breathing grew uneven as her mouth moved up and down his cock. He groaned deep in his chest, throwing his head back on the chair.

Calla looked up at him, her eyes catching the way his features tightened, the tension in his jaw, and the slight tremor in his breath. The sight stirred something deep in her—a strange mix of pride and want. It pleased her to know she could get that kind of reaction from him, and even more that she was the one responsible for it.

Calla wrapped her hand around his cock, following the up-and-down movement of her mouth. She took it out when his cock hit the back of her throat.

She gasped for air, her hand still stroking him.

“Use your mouth…” he ordered again, easing on the chair he sat on.

Calla—who was already on her knees, in between his leg