She shook her head, but her thighs squeezed tighter around my waist and her hips tilted forward like she was trying to rub herself against me. Her cunt was leaking onto my c**k, hot and wet and desperate, and she couldn’t hide it.
“I’m not supposed to want this,” she whispered, but her voice betrayed her. It wasn’t a rejection. It was a confession.
“But you do,” I said, leaning in, licking the side of her throat slowly. “You want me to f**k you. You want me to ruin you. You want me to breed that little cunt until you forget who you were before I touched you.”
“No,” she breathed, but she was grinding against me now.
My hand squeezed her breast again. My mouth dragged down her neck. I kissed her collarbone, then lower. I let my tongue swirl over her skin, hot and slow, until I reached he
