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.

take long for me to get frustrated with his lack

quickly removes his shirt and tosses it aside. "That is a problem."

"How so?"

to emphasize his thoughts he squeezes my hips hard and drives me along his length. "It's only one less layer. It's not like I'm walking around

I have to do is slide your shorts over," He rubs my cl*t with his thumb, "Or slide your leggings down a few inches

letting out a moan as he pinches my

into his mouth. I start rocking on him letting the friction send delicious waves of pleasure