“Fuck, Princess.” Lower and lower he travels. “You were naked under here all night?” He buries his face in my neck, my body arching into him, rubbing against the hard-on now digging into my stomach. “Panty lines don’t really go with this look.” I wave a hand down my body, but he doesn’t see it because he’s too busy raking down the pulsing vein in my neck with his teeth. “Panty lines,” he growls, his grip on my ass close to bruising.
I have read this somewhere
