Capítulo 73: CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE.

Natasha wanted intensity and not gentleness. Use her mouth. Be aggressive. Force his cock into her mouth, into the back of her throat. 

He muttered words that made no sense, his voice hoarse and deep.

Natasha cared less if he was singing to deities. All she wanted was him in her. Other things taunted her. Bigger things. 

Unable to help herself, she eased forward and swiped her tongue along the tip, tasting his arousal, stoking hers to a fever pitch all over again.

A possessive sound broke from his chest. She glanced up and saw his head thrown back, the muscles in his chest rippling with strain. His arm muscles twitched.

He was enjoying her mouth. A mouth that he has found a new use for other than talking and yelling. Encouraged by his reaction, she sucked him into her mouth, tracing those veins with her tongue.