Grace's POV
His length stood thick and impressive, veins mapping its surface while the flushed tip glistened with anticipation. I watched it pulse, demanding release.
"Getting cold feet now?" Carlos's grin turned wicked. "Too late, Gracie. You're not leaving until I'm done with you."
He moved onto the bed, fingers trailing along my inner thighs before gripping them firmly. My legs parted under his touch, revealing my wetness completely.
Carlos's eyes darkened with hunger, his throat working as he swallowed hard.
"D—Don't stare like that. It's mortifying," I whispered, hiding behind my hands.
"Mortifying? I'm about to devour you, Gracie." He leaned closer, hooking the delicate string of fabric. His fingers grazed my slick folds as he slid the lingerie away, leaving me completely bare.
His tongue swept along my slit in one long stroke, circling my sensitive bud at the peak.
"Ahhhnn!" The sound tore from my throat.
