“The only thing I want is you.”
“You taste so good.”
Anger rushing through his veins as he sees her talking to another guy. He should laugh it off, shooting him in the head and punish her.
But the way she smiles at him let him stop.
Did she ever smiled at him like that?
Possessive he grabs her arm and pulls her away from the guy.
“What are you doing?” She struggles out of his grip and looks at him with glowing eyes.
For seconds they stare each other in the eyes as she seems to realize why he’s so angry.
“Oh Jerome, the only thing I want is you.” She purrs, slightly submissive as she nips at his lower lip. “I’m yours.”
Normally it’s her on the knees, but he can’t help himself as he goes down on her. Her eyes widen in surprise as he pulls her skirt up and rips the panties from her body. She leans back with a small moan as he spreads her legs and inhales her scent. The tip of his tongue runs through her folds.
“You taste so good.” He praises her like a brave pet, knowing that he’s still in charge, even when she’s above him..
Derek’s hot breath tickles against your breasts before he flips you on the stomach. From second to second you’re getting more excited and you’re sure that he could smell your arousal in the entire loft.
Rough hands bring you now in a kneeling position, his erection throbs against your ass cheek and you spread your legs a little wider for him.
Both of you groaning as he guides the tip of his cock against your entrance before moving his hips forward.
“I’m gonna make you scream.” He growls.
“You look beautiful today.”
“You like it when I touch you there?”
“You look beautiful today.” Sam smiles, standing in the doorframe while you get dressed.
“So, I looked ugly yesterday?” Cockily you raise an eyebrow at him through the mirror and he laughs quietly, shaking his head.
“Of course not.”
Warm, strong arms wrapping around your body and he nudges his face in the crook of your neck. Your eyes close in enjoyment as his hands trail over the skin of your stomach.
“You like it when I touch you there?” He asks as he notices your goosebumps and you nod.
His hands sliding deeper in your pants, playing with the waistband of your panties.
“Dean is waiting for us.” You mumble and lean in the touch with a small moan.
“He can wait a little longer..”