She seemed to be getting more comfortable with this and enjoying herself too. The pad of her foot slid up the other ankle while she tortured me with little licks and sucks that only made me ache. Her gaze lifted to mine. “You’re being so quiet. Very . . . passive.” She tilted her head, a hint of worry flickering in her eyes. “Are you feeling okay?” I had the impression she was close to touching my forehead to check my temp. I wasn’t being demanding, so I must be sick? Jesus Christ. “T’m fine, Mila. Just suck my cock, would you?” She frowned. “You’re not telling me what you like.” “T like it all.” It was partly true. She could breathe on my dick, and I’d enjoy it. If this day hadn’t gone to shit, she could lick my cock for hours without any complaints. But right now, all I wanted was to come in that pretty mouth of hers. She raised an impish brow. “Really? My friend said some guys like teeth.” “Not this fucking one.” “Sure about that?” She licked up my shaft and then snapped her teeth at me adorably. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted her to keep sucking my dick. I wanted it all. Here I was trying to be a gentleman for the first time in my life, but then she had to call me “passive” and bring teeth into the mix. Screw it. Pushing her hair back from her face, I demanded, “Take me in your mouth and suck.” She held eye contact with me and obeyed without a word. Taking me between her lips, she slid down a few inches and sucked like a pro on her way up. Fuck. My hand fisted in her hair, gliding her head back down. And up. And down. I restrained my movements, going easy on her. But when she made little humming noises around my cock and pressed her thighs together, I realized this was really turning her on. Fuck me. My restraint snapped. “Deeper, kotyonok,” I ordered harshly. Complying, her mouth slid down even farther to take in those last few inches. She gagged before she made it. The heat building at the base of my spine grew hotter and unstable. I knew it wouldn’t take much more. “Relax your throat,” I rasped.