Chapter 35

CHLOE DUARTE

I try to say something but am stopped when I feel the warmth of his mouth touching my exposed skin, I throw my head back as his tongue begins to provoke my heightened senses into a slow and delicious torture.

“Come on, answer the question, Chloe! I can feel how your breasts are swollen, begging to be touched, and your thighs are squeezing me as if to contain all the desire you feel...", I grab your shirt as your hands remove my blazer and throw it somewhere in the bathroom.

His teasing mouth meets the edge of my top, where he joins both hands as he squeezes my breasts over the thin fabric, squeezing his hips with my legs around his waist, the sudden movement making him fit perfectly in the middle between them.

“I bet with all certainty that if I remove your pants here, I will have proof that you are dying to finish what we started in that car..."

“Are you some kind of sex god by any chance?", I ask, lowering my head and watching him pull do