"Malcolm," she moaned, her voice already wrecked. Amazed at how everything is going.
He was pissed a moment ago right, so was she and now….
He answered with a rough grunt stopping her thoughts, hips rolling up to meet her slow grind.
She broke the kiss to drag her mouth along his jaw, down his throat, sucking lightly at his pulse. He tasted like clean skin and salt and want. While she kissed and nipped, his hands slid under her loose sleep shirt and shoved it up and off in one impatient motion. Cool air hit her skin. Her nipples were already tight, aching. The second they were exposed he groaned like he had been waiting for it.
"Fuck," he rasped.
His hands covered her breasts immediately, warm rough palms cupping their weight, thumbs circling before pinching both nipples at once. Iyisha cried out and arched into him, pressing her hips down harder so her pussy dragged along his cock in a slow filthy rhythm.
