Alicia started to strip her top off, but before she was able to, Hunter forced it back on her. Hunter firmly placed his hand over her mouth and stooped next to her ear. Oh, and I hear you like to have really rough sex. He bunched her hair up in his hands and pulled her head back, fucking her deep and fast. He draped his forearm over his eyes and gave off a deep sigh, hoping his headache would dissipate if he slept some more. Alicia struggled to catch her breath, chest heaving up and down. May I come inside?”
Ah. This wasn’t her first time over. His tongue lapped the exquisite wetness of her lips and the surrounding skin with a certain hunger. Her waist swished the bedsheet into indescribable patterns and her lungs struggled to keep up with her exhales. This isn’t like you,” scoffed Hunter, surprised at the switch up. “You’re over at my house—what’s going on?
