Fabric tore—loud, satisfying—right down the front. Buttons popped. Cool air hit my skin. My bra was black lace—barely there. He didn’t bother unhooking it. Just yanked the cups down so my breasts spilled out—n*****s already tight, aching.
He stared again—breath ragged.
“So beautiful,” he whispered—. “f**k… look at these. Perfect. Made for my mouth.”
He leaned in—took one n****e between his lips—sucked hard—teeth grazing just enough to sting. I keened—high and desperate—nails digging into his scalp.
He switched to the other—same hungry pull—tongue swirling, sucking until I was writhing, thighs trembling around his shoulders.
Then he sank lower again.
Mouth back between my legs—but this time he used his teeth—gentle—catching the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, then higher.
He nipp
