100 NIGHTS OF SIN
,” he observed. “You came here planning this.” “Maybe.” “Fuck, you’re perfect.” His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples. “I didn’t get to touch these properly earlier. Too rushed.” He lowered his head, took one nipple into his mouth. Sucked hard while his hand worked the other one. I moaned, my hands going to his hair. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Let me hear you. No one’s around for miles.” He bit down gently and I cried out. He soothed it with his tongue, then moved to give the other breast the same attention. My underwear was soaked. I was throbbing, desperate for him to touch me there. “Mateo, please—” “Please what?” “Touch me.” “Where?” He kissed