All Yours
Chapter 2
His fingers—still slick and warm from my mouth slid free with a soft, wet pop, leaving a thin string of spit and my own release stretching from my lower lip to his thumb before he wiped it away, smearing the gloss across my chin. He kissed me again—harder this time, tongue pushing deep, so I tasted the musk of my cunt, the lingering bitterness of my arousal still clinging to him. I moaned into his mouth, hands clutching fistfuls of his shirt, hips already rolling forward against nothing, chasing the deep, hollow ache he’d left pulsing between my legs.