Chapter 23. Every Grunt of My Name Like I Was Salvation

ROSETTE

I fisted Axel’s dick and stroked slowly, feeling how hot and pulsing he was. He moaned lowly, opening his eyes and looking at me.

“Is this okay?” I asked softly.

“Anything you… do… is okay,” he managed, his voice like gravel. “I just… need… re-relief.”

I nodded, stroking him faster, before I stopped. Axel gasped, his eyes flying open.

“Relax,” I said as I got to my knees between his legs, not caring about what he said about precious things not getting on their knees—and he doesn’t seem to care either—and leaning down to lick his weeping crown.

Axel’s hip buckled, a low groan rumbling in his throat. I pushed my hair away when it got in the way, not even feeling the cold spray of the shower.

I took Axel slowly into my mouth, making sure he felt everything. He was even hotter now than I had him in my mouth, the thought of how hot he would be inside me made me moan.

I continued to swallow him until all of him was in my mouth, and I