Sutton
"f**k Caleb. I liked that shirt." I tell him while he rips my blouse in two, the seams splitting down the front center until it is only a giant rag.
As soon as we had made it into his bedroom with the door quickly slamming shut, Caleb's firm strong hands had taken hold of the V below my neck, frantically tearing away.
"I'll buy you a new one," he growls, impatiently moving to my bra next to unhinge the snaps with one rapid flick of his fingers.
Caleb's moist lips find their way to my neck. His tongue, his teeth, licking and nibbling away any concerns I had for that stupid shirt a minute ago.
A chilling electricity shoots through every section of my anatomy. I'm panting and moaning from his sensual attack on my flesh. "f**k the blouse," I cry out, my fingers leafing through his
