As he kisses his way to my other breast, everything feels so tight. "Please Sly," I beg, crying his name as he clamps down on my breast, leaving another bite, another sign of dominance and ownership on my body.
"My tasty little treat," he mumbles against my flesh and I moan.
"Do I get to eat you too," I growl in a voice deeper and huskier than usual and then clasp my hand over my mouth. Did I say that out loud? I was never this wanton with Zion. But Sylvester makes me want to do so many naughty things.
He laughs as his teeth find the waistband of my jeans. "Next time, Little Treat. Today I want to be the one to do all the devouring."
He licks his lips and my core tightens, my juices dripping as I ripen for him.
"I'm going to gobble you up, my delicate Red Apple," he promises as his
