Chapter 150

His response is a guttural sound that's raw and possessive, as he surges up, claiming my mouth again. The kiss is all claiming and passionate, our tongues battling, teeth scraping, my hands fisting in his shirt until buttons strain. I rock against him, the friction of his cock through his slacks sending jolts of need straight to my core. Wetness soaks my panties, and I know he feels it, smells it,