Ethan

I took a shaky breath, eyes locked on the deep valley of her cleavage. My hands were still gripping her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

“I… I want to squeeze your tits,” I whispered, the words feeling foreign and filthy on my tongue. “I want to pull your blouse down and see them bare. Kiss them… lick them… suck on your nipples until you moan my name. I keep imagining how heavy they’d feel in my hands… how they’d bounce if I… if I fucked them.”

Elara let out a soft, throaty laugh that sent electricity straight to my cock. “Mmm, there’s the hunger. Good boy. That...