Rowena’s POV. 29.
"f**k… fuck..ahh…" I gasped when Adrian’s hand slipped between my legs, right into my pussy.. His fingers moved slow at first..teasing, as if he wanted to punish me and please me at the same time. And then his mouth, God, his mouth...latched onto my breast like he was starved for me. His tongue swirled around my nipples... his lips greedy.
I couldn’t stop the sounds coming out of me. "Don’t… don’t stop," I panted, barely recognizing my own voice. It was filthy, needy, desperate.
His finger still curled inside my p***y and then another joined. The slow rhythm turned sharp, deliberate. I couldn’t think. My hips lifted on their own, chasing more friction, more of him.
Then, without warning, he pulled back. I barely had time to breathe before he shifted his weight, his
