Draven POV
“Faster Draven” she ordered again, breathlessly, and I slowed down instead, earning me a green eyed glare.
“What a task master you are,” I murmured as my tongue traced lazy circles around her n*****s. “You’ll get really sore if I go any faster than this.”
“I don’t care.” She snapped, “I can handle it.”
“I can’t.” I captured her lips with mine, muttering against them, “I love how you taste.”
She responded by clenching tightly around me, her fingers digging deeper into my back, sending tiny shivers down my spine, “don’t stop, I’m close.”
I slowed down my thrusts even more, angling my way up as I thrust into her. With the way her legs tightened around my waist and the sounds she was making, I knew I was at the right spot.
She freed up one of her hands to cover her mouth rig
