She let her robe fall to the floor, and with it, every ounce of my moral restraint shattered. She was perfect—mine.
Her skin glowed softly in the dim light, the delicate lace clinging to her curves like a second skin. I moved without thinking, my body guided by instinct and desire. Sweeping her into my arms, I felt her legs wrap tightly around my waist. My hands found her ass, squeezing and kneading her cheeks as I carried her toward the bed.
My lips traveled down, greedy and reverent. I found her n****e and bit—not too hard, but enough to make her gasp. Then I sucked, rolling it between my lips, my tongue swirling as I felt her fingers twist in my hair. She tried to hold back her moans, but she couldn’t. And Goddess, it only made me want her more.
I laid her on the bed gently, watching
