“Reanna, shit,” he groans. “I’m going to come.” His other hand is under my sweater, shoving my bra higher and clutching my breast, pinching my hardened nipple. “Oh, fuck…” I’m surrounded by him, filled with him, and I’m unable to stop the noises slipping from my lips. “That’s my girl…” His lips are at my ear, and he kisses then bites the shell as his hips begin to move.
