She whimpered. “Y-you’re insane.” “Insane for you.” I kissed her hip and moved up her body, dragging my tongue over the line of her stomach, her ribs, her breasts—still covered by the shirt I was about to destroy. My hand slid under the fabric, pushing it up, revealing inch after inch of skin until her t**s were bare, n*****s already hard. “Beautiful,” I whispered, sucking one into my mouth while my other hand teased the other. She arched again, mewling softly. “Too much?” I asked, voice rough with restraint I didn’t feel. She shook her head, desperate. “No. Not enough.” Fu.ck. I crushed my mouth to hers. There was no more teasing now. No more slow. I was on fire, and she was the only thing that could burn with me. I ground against her, co.ck leaking in my boxers, and when she moa

