Angel was still messy, spit running down her chin, but something was changing. Each bob down was smoother, her lips tighter, her tongue dragging more deliberately along the underside. She'd choke and cough, but then she'd try again, determination burning behind her glassy eyes.
Xavier's smirk twitched, his patience thinning. The wet sounds, her flushed face, her sloppy eagerness—it all stirred him deeper than he thought it would. His hand tightened in her hair without even thinking, holding her there for a beat as she gagged around him.
Angel's eyes widened, a muffled protest bubbling in her throat, but Xavier growled low, leaning over her.
"Relax your throat… I'll show you how it's done."
