s*x while kissing is just more, it’s better.
When we both pull back for air, I nuzzle into his neck. I can smell the clean scent of his body wash and underneath it, I can also smell him.
I kiss his neck. Moaning and mumbling about how good it feels. My words are choppy because he’s now f*****g me so hard, it jolts me with each crash of his hips into mine.
He lowers his free hand until he has one hand on each cheek of my ass, pulling me toward him with each forward jerk of his hips.
Our skin slaps together obscenely. It echoes in the empty kitchen.
“Whenever I want, wherever I want,” he says. “Isn’t that right, Allie?”
“Yes, Daddy. Whenever. Wherever. I’ll never get enough of you f*****g me.”
“Your f*****g greedy words are going to make me come. I’m just as greedy for you, my sweet
