His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking deep, groaning as his tongue flicked over the tight bud, making her legs tremble, making heat rush straight to her core.

“Fuck, I wanna bury my face in these all fucking day.”

His other hand squeezed, kneaded, possessed the soft flesh, rolling her nipple between his fingers before giving it a sharp pinch that had her jerking, gasping, her walls fluttering around nothing.

“So fucking soft. So perfect. Made for my hands. Made for my mouth.”

His tongue swirled over her nipple, slow and taunting before sucking it hard, pulling, stretching, making her back arch, making a wrecked little whimper fall from her...