SLOANE
The scent was different this time— patchouli and burnt sugar. I gasped as he shoved his fingers into my mouth, and wrapped his hands around my neck.
I let out a moan. My s*x swollen with an urgent need to have him. “Spread your legs for me, good girl,” He whispered into my ears, as he lashed his tongue and sucked on my earlobe.
I wanted to squeeze my legs together, but he placed his hands between my thighs. “Not so fast Mi Vida,” He said in a rumbling voice that set my body on fire. My n*****s hardened, and I was doing a bad job holding up. .
He traced his tongue over my cheeks, and sucked on it like his life depended on it. Ocean eyes flitted through the speaker filling the room with a sultry energy. He spread my legs, and pushed his head down, taking in every bit of my c*
