His back arched as she bit at him, a growling noise escaping. "...fuck, darlin'," he moaned, his hips canting up, one hand resting in her hair, threading through the soft strands. She was fucking delicious, crawling on him half-dressed, and he began imagining the ways he could fuck her, moving her around on him, bending and shifting and fucking...

But all his attention was soon on her mouth, hot and wet, and looking down, he groaned as he saw his cock slide between her full lips. "Yeah," he grunted, the hand in her hair tightening as he felt the warmth engulf him.