A groan rips from his throat into my mouth and nearly sends me over too soon. Strong hands start tugging on the waist of my pants.
"So tight," he complains, and I laugh. His mouth closes over the pulse on my neck, and he drags my pants off me, moves back and steps out of his own, only his shirt hangs on his shoulders. So sexy, always so sexy.
I push down from the dresser and fall to my knees.
"I want it in my mouth," I tell him, eyes locked with his from the ground. I know it messes with his control when I beg for it like this.
"Then take it, little bunny, it's yours," he says, leaning forward and lifting the hem of his shirt so my eyes can feast on the sight of that thick, red c**k, hungry for me, unable to get enough.
This has to be an addiction. I shouldn't be salivating this mu
