Fuck, I hate this man. Just when I thought he was being gentle, he reminded me he's a complete piece of shit. Does he only think with his dick?
And the worst part? I was melting like an idiot. My resistance was crumbling again.
I remembered his lower lip was still injured from my bite earlier, so I'll bite it again.
But the moment his tongue met mine, I lost. My arms wrapped around his neck on their own. Heat sparked between us as his hands slowly explored my curves, drinking me in like fine wine.
He lifted me slightly, pulling me closer until I was straddling his lap. Our mouths never parted. I could feel his hardness pressing insistently against my ass, throbbing with need.
My hips started moving on their own, grinding in slow, desperate circles. Each roll made me wetter, hornier. My eyes refused to open. I could taste everything he'd eaten and drunk, his saliva mixing with mine as our tongues tangled.
