Hailey's POV
“This is risky. My mom—” he growls when his c**k hits the back of my throat again.
His c**k leaves my mouth, and I whisper in his ear, “Let's finish this in your room then” kissing his face.
He tucks himself back in.
Our lips come in contact again when we are both on our feet, kissing noisily. Hungrily this time. His tongue explores my mouth. His good hand raises my hoodie until I feel him spanking ass, grabbing it in his large hands while his mouth and teeth draw a map on my neck, his tongue and lips soothing the sharp pain.
“Terrible timing,” he breathes, “to be without the use of both hands,” and I laugh quietly against his mouth.
“You can manage, soldier.”
Something about the way I mentioned ‘soldier’ turns him on—the way our kisses deepen, the way his touch grow
