71. Don't be a bad girl

My palms flew and pressed against my mouth but my bad luck was that I could not take back the word that slipped past my lips. My eyes—why don't I be in horror as I brace myself for his anger?

His toned body leaned over me and when I thought he was going to shout at me he flicked his finger against my clitoral area once again.

His other hand rolled up my shirt, and in one swift move, he hooked his thumb in the cup of my bra, pulling it down, leaving my bosoms bare to his eyes.

Before I knew it, I felt his warm, wet mouth wrapped around my nipple, which again earned a moan from me.

I could feel a jolt of electricity running through my entire body; goosebumps rose over my skin.

I moaned again, this time louder, when he did the same thing with the other nipple, sucking, pulling, and nibbling it.

I jolted again when his finger moved down my slit and entered me while his thumb caressed my clitoral area in a slow, circular motion.

Uncontained moans left my lips and I found my body tre