“Nothing has ever tasted better than your kiss.” My voice falls to a whisper. “Except maybe your cock.” “Son of a bitch, Evie.” “Give me all of it.” “Oh fuuuuuck,” he heaves, plowing his hips forward on a harsh grunt, making me scream into my closed mouth, my nails definitely drawing blood on his back . . . but after a second, I realize I was right.
Crazyyyy
