“That’s it.” He licked. “That’s the c*m I wanted to taste … and now, you’re finally giving it to me.” He was whispering, talking directly to my c**t, suddenly so gentle. When his tongue stilled, he kissed the top of my p***y like he was saying good-bye, and he pulled his hand away.
As I tried to recover, he took off my skirt, and before I could even protest, he ripped the sweater off me, hearing the fabric shred from my body.
“Jenner!”
“It was taking too long,” he growled.
I was so sensitive. I yelled the moment his teeth surrounded my n****e, tugging on it through the thin lace of my bra.
“Mmm,” he moaned. “More beauty.”
There was the quiet opening of a drawer and the sound of foil, a snap of rubber.
He was back on the bed, and I couldn’t hold in the scream when he positioned himse
