“You like that?” I asked quietly into the sudden stillness. He didn’t answer. Instead, he swiped at the moisture and spread it up to my c**t. I jerk at the sensation on my oversensitive nerves, but he didn’t stop. “Stay still,” he commanded.
“It’s too much—I can’t.” “You can, and you will.” His eyes bore into mine, and before long, the sensation became pleasurable, and I was again a puddle of wanton need. I moaned and ground my hips, undulating against his touch in search of my next fix. He knew just where to touch and when to change his movements to build the pleasure to its maximum potency. His mouth came down on my breast, and he grazed his teeth against my n****e, sending a stroke of pain shooting through my nerve endings until a second wave of pleasure crashed over me. He barely mil
