Andrew’s POV…
Sunday night passed with the best s*x ever. We got home from the mall and Emma panicked a little. I calmed her down then we started f**king. Not making love, not having s*x, pure f**king. I lost count how many times that girl came. We had s*x in the bed, on the couch, on the damn stairs, on the kitchen floor, f**k we even f**ked on the kitchen counter. It was like she was possessed to cover every memory from this morning with s*x. Of course I agreed. I think I came six or seven times.
I woke up this morning, Monday morning, to her soft lips on my d**k. Damn! She’s insatiable. I’m throbbing I’m so hard and her lips are not slowing down. I reach and grab her and throw her on the bed. I have to have her. I have to taste her. I sink down and begin licking. I swear she’s more
