Chapter Eighteen
I gripped the chain, the metal warm against my fingers. I held him tighter as I flicked my tongue across the back of his teeth. He slid into my lap, his hand moving up to my shoulder. His c**k moved against mine. I brought my other hand to his hips. Forcing him to grind himself against me.
Groaning against his lips, I moved my hand to his bottom. Giving it a firm squeeze before swatting the rounded curve. His d**k jumped against mine and he moaned my name. Heat moved over my skin, like a tongue trailing its way up my spine.
I gripped him tighter. Rolling my hips to give us both better friction. Sin dug blunt fingernails into my shoulders, not deep enough to break the skin. Just enough to let me know what he wanted. I let out a growl of warning. I knew what he wanted,
