Jason's hot breath tingled her ear; Anna's lashes fluttering close. “Answer me, Princess.”
Anna squirmed against him as his other hand slid up her body to rub her other n****e, sending a rush of sensations between her thighs.
She tried to rub her thighs together—to ease the low ache there—but his ankles hooked around hers, keeping her legs wide.
She whimpered low in her throat, pushing into him as he gripped her n*****s between his fingers, tugged, released, then flicked over them lightly.
She felt his tongue tease her ear and she pushed into him, almost crying as the ache between her thighs throbbed—yet he showed no mercy.
“Jason,” she cried.
“Tell me—did you imagine it was me while you touched yourself in here?”
His raspy tone did nothing to ease the torturous ache blooming
