Chapter 1157 The Pastor's Son:>Ep2
- He kissed like he was still trying to figure me out--tongue teasing, lips pulling, hand never breaking rhythm as he jerked me with long, practiced strokes. He knew what I liked. He remembered. That made me harder.
- "Turn over," he said, voice husky. "I want you on your knees this time."
- I obeyed. There wasn't even hesitation. There never was with him.