He has some fucking nerve if he thinks you're going to continue after him answering the phone while you're having sex. He leaned against the granite counter, grabbing your chin in his hand so I would look at him. Peeking behind him to look at the clock it read 3: Rolling your eyes at him you got off him searching around for your black lace robe in the dark. Your hair hung lose reaching the middle of my back, his hands inches below it groping my ass in his large hands. His hands touched your breast squeezing them, your back arching.
Moving his hands from my breast he held both your hands behind your back with one hand using the other to hold my waist.
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His finger tips dug into my skin, pushing his hips forward to meet my thrust. Spreading your legs he didn't waste anytime before putting his mouth on you. He growled lowly pushing his mouth further onto you. Peeking behind him to look at the clock it read 3: He thrusted upward a loud yell leaving you throat. He leaned against the granite counter, grabbing your chin in his hand so I would look at him. Breathing heavily his tongue whirled every alphabet letter on your sensitive spot.