Though her eyes remained on his, she couldn't completely focus, and intensity had them welling up with tears she tried to blink away. It was a struggle, a need for air, a need to choke, a need to swallow and a need to do it. Because she was so wet when he called her good girl and the lack of air had her head spinning in the best way.

Harper swallowed around him as best she could, choking softly, then gagging on him again as his cock curved tightly down her throat, and her lips touched his body.

Her palms met his hips, struggling not to push, but unable to keep still, on that sweet edge of too much and struggling to hold out.