Viviana stared fearfully. How could… someone even be that big? A single hand wasn't even enough to cover him and—
"Yeah, just like that. Good girl. Mhm, yes, you're doing good."
She quickly looked at his face at the praise, now stroking him even more without thinking. If anything had her attention, it was the look on his face. She'd never seen him like this, at least not last night when she herself was a mess. His face was heavily flushed, his teeth clenched as he had his eyes tightly shut as if the pleasure itself was painful.
And she wasn't sure why that made her chest swell.
Had other women seen him like this? And had they been able to make him this way?
The idea turned her expression sour, and she mindlessly stroked him faster. The man crumbled, dropping his head to bury his face in her neck. "Fuck, you trying to stroke my soul away?"
"Shut up," she gritted out, pissed off. "Do you…feel good?"
