She Wants Him

Ann Marie Rios has had her eye on Ramos for a long time. The second she sees him by the pool she moves. Hips rolling, ass tight in the thin fabric, she closes in. Ramos looks up and his face tells her everything—yes, now, right here. She drops to her knees without a word. He’s already hard when her mouth wraps around him, warm, wet, and greedy. She takes him deep, sucking with slow, steady strokes, her dark hair falling across his thighs. Ramos threads his fingers through it, guiding her head, hips rocking forward just enough. She doesn’t stop until his breath shortens and he pulls out, finishing across her lips and cheeks in thick, hot pulses. She stays right there, lips parted, eyes half-lidded, tasting what he gave her.