Nicole Harper
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My mouth tasted of him, but his hot mouth was insistent anyway. His tongue slid into mine with a hunger that made my knees weak.
With the way he was kissing me, I almost forgot we had been talking about boring topics like chess and golf. This right here was more interesting than any other hobby.
Just like him, I had none.
I was equal parts embarrassed and ridiculously turned on that he could taste himself in my mouth. He didn’t seem to care though. If anything, the kiss deepened, like he wanted to taste himself on me, like it turned him on more than it did me.
He flipped us suddenly, pinning me beneath him on the bed. His hands were everywhere at once, pushing my shirt up, palming my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my already hard n*****s before his mouth followed
