Maisie
A needy whimper slipped from my throat. He cursed in Russian, the words rough and filthy, tightening his grip in my hair until the sting melted into liquid heat.
I could barely breathe as he yanked my shirt up and over my head, dragging the straps of my bra down my arms.
The cool air hit my overheated skin, making my nipples tighten even more. He leaned in, dragging his tongue along the swell of my cleavage before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh just above my breast, leaving a perfect, bite mark. Then he tugged the cups of my bra down, baring me completely.
The car rocked as he pulled me closer and his mouth was on me instantly, hot and ravenous, sucking one aching nipple deep while his hand kneaded the other breast, rolling and pinching. He switched sides, lavishing the same cruel attention on each one until I was trembling, gasping, my hips grinding frantically on his fingers.
