WARNING: This story contains extreme mature and explicit content. Read at your own risk!
"So? You started fucking someone else too, huh?" He growled, with a hint of spitefullness as he bit the base of my neck, making me pull his hair and arc my back with a gasp.
I couldn't think rationally, he never bit me before!
He was between my legs as my legs were wrapped around his torso, my back against the mattress and he on top of me.
He then left butterfly kisses all along the way from the base of my neck to my cleavage.
My body was becoming hotter and hotter.
I heard his words but, couldn't register them.
Why do people chose to talk during sex? When they can enjoy it without any words shared?
His face was suddenly in the front of mine with a wild expression on it. This made me take a deep breath.
What got in to him?