Reality snap at me when I heard a group of people talking in a distance. My hands quickly decamp from clinging on his neck. But Wilson isn't bothered by them. He continued like a craving predator devouring my neck with his teeth and tongue incisively like no tomorrow.
Ahhh but it's really good, I don't want him to stop.
My mind is full of lustful thoughts at the moment because of his pheromones. But I persisted to restrain myself from giving in even more to the mate pull. I muster all the strength I could have and pushed him away as hard as I can with my two hands. I breathe heavily before I could speak at him. I grasp that these things shouldn't be happening the moment our bodies were separated. I couldn't believe myself that I give in and let him touch me so easily even after everyt
