Isla
I didn't know if I wanted to do this. But his tongue at the bridge of my thighs was everything. The pleasure and arousal sent me to the gates of heaven and back. " Hmmm," I bit down my lower lips as his hands pressed on my breasts, veins popping out. I managed my words but he stopped all of a sudden.
"You don't listen, do you?" He smirked, but the anger dancing in his eyes was what concerned me the most. It was there, subtle but yet frightening. He was sliding on top of me, rolling to the other side of the bed, placing my petite body on him like I was riding him. Damn, wouldn't I want to know what it feels to ride him? I asked myself. I knew the games I was playing but getting him to make me do what he wanted was my ticket out of here.
"I don't know what you mean, Dante."
