So Wrong. Part 17

“Oh, God,” he said, looking down at me with a twisted expression. He sounded and looked like he was in pain. Poor baby.

My smile grew at the sight of him. It was fun to see the great and powerful Patrick Thorne nearly whimpering for my touch. I kissed the head of his cock and laughed at his tortured curse.

Licking my lips, I moaned at the taste of me on him.

“You’re fucking killing me,” he groaned. “I mean it.”

Smiling again, I just took the tip in my mouth and swirled around.

“Ugh.” Patrick’s hips involuntarily moved upwards.

“All good things come to those who wait,” I teased.

“Haven’t I waited enough?” Patrick panted, his eyes glowing in the late morning light. The double meaning of those words stole the smile off my face, replacing the moment with severity.

Things I didn’t want to remember threatened to creep back in, so I swallowed his cock. He cried out and grabbed the back of my head. Having such a vulnerable yet powerful part of