(ANGELO'S POV)
Her mouth is a fucking miracle.
That's the only thought in my head as Krystal's lips are stretched tight around the base of my cock, her tongue doing things that shouldn't be physically possible.
"Fuck," I groan. "Just like that."
She hums in response, the vibration traveling straight up my shaft and into my balls. Those blue eyes never leave mine for a second. She pulls back slowly, her lips making a wet, obscene sound as they slide over the head. A string of spit connects her bottom lip to the tip of my cock for a second before she leans in and licks it clean.
"You taste so good, Angelo," she whispers, her voice husky, her breath hot on my wet skin. "I love the way your cock feels in my mouth. It's so fucking thick. Valentino's isn't nearly this thick."
The comparison, her saying my brother's name while she's worshipping my dick, sends a jolt through me.
It's wrong. It's so fucking wrong but it makes me even harder.
"Yeah?"
