His sly little hand slides up my stomach to my bare chest, I didn’t wear a bra today. He crawls to his destination, grabs my breasts, squeezes and twists the nipple with two fingers. I involuntarily let out a groan.

- Your ma-a-at, baby, why the hell are you not wearing a bra? Lest I see it again, you know how guys drool over you and I burn with jealousy, Blake growls crushingly. That's what you want, turkey.

He also abruptly lifts my sweater and clings to my nipple with his mouth, greedily licks, rolls the rod on his tongue, I feel so good that it becomes unbearably painful, my...