My voice failed me in that moment. He wanted to taste me?
“I..I…I’ve never.” I whispered, not looking at him.
“Your ex never went down on you?”
Shaking my head no, I continued to look down.
Wyatt stood in front of me and placed his hand under my chin and tilted my head up to look at him. Kissing me slowly, he gently pushed me down on the bed. He went to remove my shirt and I panicked.
“Leave my shirt. I’m fat.”
“Oh baby you are not fat. You are perfect. Let me love you like you deserve.”
The love I saw in his eyes, I let my hand drop and allowed him to remove my shirt. He wasted no time in removing my bra, allowing my full breast to fall free.
“f*****g perfect.”
He latched onto my breasts and began sucking and fondling them. I had so much built up frustration I felt like
