Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare

Chloe

“Tell me you want me,” his labored breath tickled my earlobe as his tongue licked its brims, adding fuel to the fire that was already burning in me.

“I want you,” I moaned in response, barely sane. If he continued with those ministrations, I’d die a quick and sweet death!

His hot lips moved south to my jawline and further down my neck while his hands skillfully parted my knees to make a place for him to come impossibly closer to me. He slammed his hips against mine, and I felt his growing bulge through a thin layer of clothes that separated us and hurried to get rid of them.

Strong fingers squeezed my thighs, causing me to whimper in expectation. As my hands and lips explored his delicious body, his tight muscles flexed under my touch, and I relished in the realization of the power I held over him.

If I wanted, I could drive him crazy. If he didn’t make me go crazy first!

One pinch to my butt cheek later, and the next thing I heard was the sound of fabric tearing; my blouse ende