Chapter52: 52

I let out a soft moan when he trails his fingers down my neck to dance them along my collarbone. “And what do you think about doing that’s so wicked?” He traces a line along one of my tits, making me inhale sharply and instinctively arch my chest out to him as my head tips back. I can’t breathe, let alone talk, and when he runs his thumb over my nipple, I breathe out a “Fuck,” that has him laughing again. “We’re going to have to do something about that dirty mouth of yours.” “I bet we can find a use for it,” I say, reaching out to trail my fingers along the impossible-to-ignore bulge in his pants. He gives me a sexy grin as he pinches my nipple hard enough to make me gasp. “Don’t avoid the question. Tell me about these wicked thoughts of yours and what exactly you do to yourself.” All I want to do is rip my clothes off and beg him to fuck me, but I somehow manage to resist and instead say, “I think about sex all the time, Adam, and sometimes just thinking about it isn’t enough.” Slidin