A Taste of Control

Alessia's POV

"Pretty doll," he groaned, his hips jerking forward without control. "Both. Either. Fuck, I don’t care, just don’t stop."

I started slowly, learning the weight and feel of him in my hand. His cock was thick and long and hard, and I watched his face as I stroked, memorizing what made his breath hitch, what made his eyes shut, and what made the vein in his neck stand out.

"Like this