“We shouldn’t. Not here. Not now. Not like this,” I whispered, the fear of discovery both tightening my belly and pumping blood to my c**k in a simultaneous flood of raw emotions and lewd desires.
“Shut up and kiss me, damn it. Just kiss me.”
The hot, moist lips closed over my own, and the urgent, demanding tongue filled my mouth to silence any further protests. Hands of a horny beast gripped my bare ass cheeks before venturing upward, the fingers digging trenches into my backside from my waist to my shoulder blades. When his mouth finally broke from mine, a string of saliva bridged the short gap between our lips. He bathed my face, neck, and chest in torrid exhales. Exhales so inexplicably hot against my skin I thought it would blister. Then I recalled the studio lights, blazing like do
