Without warning, his lips crashed onto mine, instantly shutting me up. He kissed me impatiently as he lifted me, pulling me closer to himself .
My boobs pressed against his hard firm chest, the heat between us impossible to ignore as a soft sound slipped from my lips.
He didn't slow down.
If anything, the kiss deepened.
His grip tightened around me, holding me firmly in place as his lips moved against mine with restless urgency—like he couldn't get enough. There was a raw hunger in the way he kissed me, completely overwhelming, stealing every breath I tried to take.
I clutched onto him instinctively, my fingers curling on his chest as the intensity built.
He released and kissed my neck with the same hunger, his hot wet tongue trailing every inch of it. I moaned out loud, the strong feeling erupting inside me. It suddenly felt hard to swallow.
He ceased my lips again, this time slower— like he was savoring the moment. But as time flew, so did the passionate.
