He squeezed.

Hard.

Her breath hitched.

“Fuck…” Xavier breathed out, eyes dark with obsession. “These tits…Sky, I swear to fucking God…”

He stepped in close. So close she could feel his cock dragging against her stomach. His head dipped low, his lips hovering just above her left nipple, his hot breath blowing against the already-stiff peak.

“You feel this?” he whispered, rolling the nipple between two fingers while his mouth lingered above the other. “This is mine. These aren’t tits…they’re fucking addictions. Perfect weight. Perfect bounce. Made to fuck, made to bite, made to worship.”

Then he sank into her.

Mouth wide.

Tongue greedy.

He sucked her nipple hard, lips...