Chapter 79 The Night Before My Wedding (5)

The room felt like it was holding its breath, the air thick with lavender and the pulse of something forbidden. I knelt there, my knees sinking into the plush carpet, Hailey’s hand still stroking Richard’s huge dick inches from my face. My heart hammered, a mix of nerves and adrenaline making my fingers tremble. She glanced at me, her eyes glinting with that daring spark, and without a word, she guided his dick toward my lips, the pink cap brushing against them. I froze for a second, my breath catching, the reality of it slamming into me. This was happening—really happening. My lips parted, timid at first, tasting the warmth of him, the unfamiliar weight. Richard let out a low groan, and that sound flipped a switch in me. I leaned in, my hesitation burning away, and took him deeper, my mouth sliding over his length with a hunger I didn’t know I had. I sucked him hard, my tongue swirling, finding a rhythm that felt reckless and right. God, I was good at this—better than I expected, the thrill of it lighting me up.