"Stop!" he gasped finally.
He pulled my hair hard, forcing my head up to look at him. With a lustful growl, he swooped down and captured my mouth like a soldier capturing a war criminal that he had been searching for.
"God, I can taste myself on your lips," he whispered, his breath ragged.
My p***y clenched again at his words as they fanned the flames burning inside me. He picked me up effortlessly, allowing me to straddle him and press my body tightly against his. I reveled in the feeling of his hard solid frame and the sense of safety I felt with him.
His mouth captured mine once more and his tongue invaded my mouth instantly as if he could not get enough. I let out a gentle moan as our tongues sparred and danced together. Finally, he captured it and forced it into submission then,
