Smut

His hand runs up my arm and into my face. He gently but forcibly cups it in his enormous palm and drops his lush lips upon mine.

I opened my mouth immediately, welcoming his tongue within. In less than two seconds, he brushes my tongue with him, and pure fascination takes control.

As I feel my body combust into flames, I dissolve into his long grasp. Despite his grip on my waist, his mouth is soft. I expected his kiss to be more harder than this, but it’s not. Miller gently and slowly kissed me. As we kissed fiercely, he enjoyed my lips. It has a primal and limitless vibe of it. I grind my body addictively against his, scarcely remembering to breathe.

I have both hands on his head, and he has one on mine. I can feel his satisfied groan in the back of his throat. He shoved something into my mouth. His tongue enters and entangles with mine.

He tastes me as if he has never before tasted a woman like me. He is discussing everything I have to offer him and more. He runs his hands up my