122 A little secret

Monica's core was aligned with his dick, her heat through the thin pajama pants a welcoming haven as she holds on tighter. “You won’t.” Jackson doesn't know if she hears him, though, because the promise is made as he kissed along the tendon at her neck, licking up to nibble her earlobe. She tilts her head, giving him more access, and he suckz at the tender skin there. Mon Dieu, he wanted to mark her so everyone knows she was his. No, he wanted to mark her so she knows she was his. So that every time these doubts creep up, she need only look in the mirror and know. When he moves to lift her camisole, planning to lick her breasts until she is liquid for him, she moans unhappily. “The walls, they are too thin. The neighbors will hear.” “I don’t care if the whole world hears you calling out my name.” She laughs as if he was joking, which he was definitely not. “Seriously, if we are doing this, we need to be discreet. I don’t want to piss off Jacqueline any more than I already have, and sh