Red Riding Jack
"I want to make love to you."
My throat tightened, and I puffed out a breath while nodding. "Good girl," he said, and my pussy clenched at the sound of his rough voice.
His lips were on mine once more while his hands undid the zip of my skirt. It fell to the ground, pooling around my feet, and I stepped from it, not breaking the kiss.
His hands explored my body, moving to the black jacket I was wearing, and he pulled it off along with the white shirt I was wearing under and the Red bra.