Gwen
I lay back exactly as he ordered, wrists still pinned above my head, legs spread open for him. The thick head of his c**k rested against my entrance, hot and insistent, but he didn’t push inside yet. Instead, he leaned down over me, free hand coming up to cup one of my breasts.
His palm was warm and rough against my softer skin. He squeezed gently at first, testing the weight of me, then more firmly, thumb circling my n****e until it tightened under his touch. I sucked in a sharp breath.
“Sensitive here too,” he murmured, almost to himself. He lowered his head and took the peaked tip into his mouth.
The heat of his tongue made my back arch. He sucked slowly, deliberately, the pull of his mouth sending sparks straight down between my legs. His teeth grazed me just enough to sting,
