Chapter 24

"You have breasts that beg to be sucked," he purred, drawing a circle around my left breast. The pale pink in the numb and painful beak contracted under his touch. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger against the sensitive flesh, watching when they squeezed even more. “I like it when they beg me.

Zachary leaned over me with a suffering slowness, and I realized how his look shaded by horniness hovered around me like a loaded and explicit cloud, before he took my nipple with his lips, dragging the short and bristly strands of his unmade beard around my soft skin. Her firm lips stuck me in her mouth, and her tongue spread a trail of moisture so pleasurable, that heat ran through my vagina, leaving it absurdly wet. I lost control, and arched in a lascivious moan, shocked by the strength with which desire had swept my body.

My other breast burned through oblivion, and I hardly noticed when my hand followed him, trying to touch him with the same hunger with which Zachary savored