Alyssa
I internally sigh when I feel his arms wrap around my waist, and he pulls me toward his very naked front. He nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck and pressed his warm, plump lips to where his mark sat. My body acted on instinct, and the dreams I indulged in were completely forgotten.
“I could smell your arousal, Alyssa.” He murmured. The vibration of his words on the crook of my neck had a direct link to my pūssy as it began to throb. An unexpected moan escaped my lips; that was all the confirmation he needed. He flipped me around, face down on the bed, and asš up. I am honestly expecting him to thrust into me. What I did not expect was him gripping my waist and shoving his nose into my cheeks.
He used his manly hands, separated my cheeks, and dived into my core. I moaned
