“Now you can talk?” He cups my head and crushes his lips on mine, and kisses me hard and wet with pure punishment. I place my hands on his chest and grab his shirt, and he sweeps his tongue on the seam of my lips. When I open my mouth, he pushes it inside me. I moan so loud, but I don’t care. I love how he kisses me with sweet tortures. He bites my lower lip a little stronger that might swell after our kiss.
“Yeah, I like one word from you, first my name. Second, your moan, and third, later when you scream.” He looks at my eyes and kisses me soundly on my lips.
I am panting, but I still want more of his kiss.
“Wanna say something?” he asks while securing his seat belt again.
I don’t answer. I can’t answer. My stupid brain freezes while my heart beats erratically.
He looks at me. “What
