~ Sylara's POV ~
He sucked my n*****s with a punishing intensity, as if he’d been starving for the taste of me. While his mouth claimed my breasts, three of his fingers thrust deep into my p***y, stretching my entrance and making me gasp.
"f**k!" I moaned, my own wetness soaking his hand, coating his knuckles.
When he pulled his three fingers out of my p***y, they were slick from my wetness. He took his three fingers into his mouth, licking off my wetness with his tongue.
Then he proceeded to kiss me again. I could taste myself on his tongue while he squeezed my breasts—hard. It hurt, but I loved the aggression.
He was an aggressive fucker anyway.
He broke the kiss to look at me. For the first time, I could read the emotions in his eyes. They were filled with the desire to have me...
