He kisses her – long, soft, deep and wet. “Dean, I…” she starts. XXX “I got it, Princess. Feeling goosebumps, he quickly strips off his jacket and yanks her away from the wall to slip it around her shoulders. “We’re getting out of here,” he commands. If the delicious ache of her body wasn’t enough to prove that, her damaged clothing certainly was. “Harder…”
He smirks, burying his face against the crook of her neck, his teeth scraping against her pulse point. Surely he wasn’t serious. So she thinks. As the car jerks to a halt in front of her motel room, she’s fortunate enough not to need one. The flicker of his tongue flickering against the aching bud earns a throaty moan. Instead, the crusty old manager just laughed and said, “Give ‘im hell, kid! They were supposed to be arguing. “Good boys don’t sneak up on girls like that…” she whimpers.
