Chapter 19 Running Out of Questions
- He chuckled heartlessly as he dragged his chin down my cleavage resting his face between my breasts a moment before making purposeful eye contact with me as he dipped his head over one begging nipple. His pink tongue shot out to lathe over the peaked crest.
- I yipped. My back arching and my heels scraping over the bed as I tried to writhe away.
- His weight held me in place. “You’re not going anywhere, Pet. We’re hardly finished.”