Billie Bob Jones
His lips were hot and wet against my skin. His teeth constantly nibbled on the soft flesh of my neck and I lolled my head back to give him more access. I was lost in the way he made me feel and for once the overwhelming sense of guilt and dread that followed me whenever I was with a man seemed to disappear.
I allowed for him to consume me and did very little to hide the moans that flew past my lips. My arms had long encircled his waist to bring him closer to me. I knew I would regret this all tomorrow morning but for now it seemed to be the last of my concerns.
"You're so sexy Bobby," he whispered into my ear, "I've been dying to taste your skin." My lips parted at his words as his lips kissed down my jaw. His stubble covered cheek rubbed against my own which added an intensity to it I never thought I would enjoy.
