The wet and scorching sensation transmitting from his most sensitive part caused Ewan's mind to instantly go blank. Asher Ryder's tongue was not at all rough like his weather-beaten hands. It was agile, slick, and carried a sense of pampering that bordered on worship.
The man seemed to be savoring the most exquisite dessert in the world. His tongue glided along the length of the little member, tracing around the highly sensitive tip that was oozing transparent droplets, before fully enveloping it to suckle.
"Mmh... Asher... it is dirty... do not put it in your mouth..."
Ewan sobbed, his hands clumsily threading into the Alpha's short hair, wanting to push Asher away, but his body honestly arched upward, offering himself even deeper.
