Page 91 of The Mountain Man's Mail-Order Mafia Princess

“I’m still leading.”

She lifted herself carefully, and my cock slipped free.

Talia braced her palms on my shoulders until her feet were steady, then turned off the water.

The bathroom went quiet except for our breathing and the slow drip from the showerhead.

I reached for a towel.

She caught my wrist. “I’m not finished.”

My cock stayed hard between my thighs. “I noticed.”

Talia lowered herself between my knees and wrapped one hand around the base.

She licked the head while she watched my face.

“Fuck, Talia.”

“That’s the response I wanted.”

She took me into her mouth.

Her lips slid down my cock while her hand worked what she couldn’t fit. I gripped the edge of the bench.

Talia pulled back, then took me deeper, her tongue working the underside.

I reached toward her curls.

Talia caught my wrist. “My pace.”

“Your pace.”

She guided my hand to her shoulder. “You can hold on.”

I curled my fingers there.

Talia returned her mouth to my cock and worked me faster.

My hips shifted before I stopped them.

She looked up without releasing me.

“You can move,” she said when she lifted her head. “You don’t have to become furniture either.”

I laughed once, rough and breathless.

Then she took me again.

I followed the rhythm she set. Within seconds, I touched the side of her face. “I’m close.”

She hummed around me.

“Talia.”

She didn’t stop.

I came with a groan, my cock pulsing against her tongue. Talia held me through it and swallowed before easing back.