Grant pulls back and drives into me again, harder and deeper. He grinds against me, his hands on my breasts. He nips the side of my neck, then sucks hard, like he’s branding me with his kiss. Hot streaks race through me all the way to the tips of my toes. I should tell him to stop, but I can’t. Nothing right now could make me tell him to stop. Not when I want more of him.
