“These breasts,” he growled, moving higher. He cupped my heavy tits in both hands, lifting and squeezing them before leaning in to suck one sensitive nipple deep into his hot mouth. His tongue swirled around the stiff peak while his hand kneaded the other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. The wet suction and gentle bites sent sparks of pleasure straight to my core.

“Damon…” I whimpered, arching into his mouth.

He spent long minutes lavishing attention on my breasts — sucking, licking, biting, groaning with pleasure as he worshipped them. Then he moved lower again, kissing and biting the soft flesh of my inner thighs, leaving faint red...