My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

He is no longer sweet and gentle, but hungry...for me. One hand firmly grabbing my waist, pulling me into him. The other has my pony tail in a strangle hold while he devours my mouth. Here's my fierce protector. He yanks my neck to the side and works his way down my throat and to my chest. I'm sure our panting can be heard for miles, neither of us care though. The warm sun beating down and the sound of the ocean set the tone for this very hot interaction.

He takes one n*pple into his mouth and I moan from the sensation. He gives just as much attention to the other while he rocks my hips, grinding our still clothed lower halves into each other. "Oliver, I need more, please." I pant out. He shredded my shorts.

"F*ck, baby. Have you been naked under these all day?" He digs his fingers into the flesh of my thighs and I giggle. "How often do you do that?"

"Whenever we are home." I look at him through my eyelashes biting my lower lip.

rubbing my slick center against his shorts. The sensation only made me more wet for him. His hands can't stop moving over every inch of my skin. It doesn' take long for me to get frustrated with his lack of nakedness and I lift up enough to release him from his shorts. I

stroke him while he quickly removes his shirt and tosses it aside. "That is a problem." He says

"How so?"

are we supposed to get any work done when we know your hot little ass is there for the taking?" Just to emphasize his thoughts he

your shorts over," He rubs my cl*t with his thumb, "Or slide your leggings down a few inches to find heaven, I'm not going to be

at him, letting out a moan as

to the hilt while taking a n*pple back into his mouth. I start rocking on him letting the friction send delicious waves of pleasure through me. It doesn't take long to get close, it never does with any of them. I feel like exploding