One Question ☆ Paul Lahote

A small whimper began to form in the back of my throat as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin on the side of my neck. Goosebumps erupted up and down my arms as his stubble brushed my skin. "One question..." "Hmmm?" I squeaked. Paul's hands slid up under my thin sweatshirt, climbing up to cup my breasts gently. My he...