“One day I’ll fuck that pretty mouth.” His lips brushed against mine again, whisper soft and sweet. Such a dramatic juxtaposition to his filthy words. My body responded to that low growl, his wicked promise. A slick heat gathered between my thighs. I wanted him to do all sorts of things to my mouth. “Come all over that perfect tongue.” His free hand rested against my throat, his touch light but possessive.
