My hands slide over her wet skin and I’m fucking starving. Her fingers coil into my hair at the base of my neck, tugging hard, but I ignore the sting as I slot my cock against her slit and then begin to circle the tip around her clit. With my free hand, I grip the back of her nape and make her look at me. “You know why.” My voice is pained with need. “You know why,” I repeat again, groaning through my teeth while the tip of my cock slides much too close to her entrance.
