I was sloppy and messy as I plunged my tongue into his mouth, my hands came up and gripped his hair. I was acting desperate, because that was how I felt. I felt desperate with need. I felt like I could cry and like I could melt into jello all at the same time. I felt my nip*ples harden i my bra and rub against the fabric, causing jolts of pleasure to run through me at how sensitive they felt. I felt my pu**y get wet as heat pooled between my thighs. So it took me a minute to realize he was kissing me back, but that was it. His hands weren't on me. He wasn't giving me his usual brutal kisses he normally did. He was just kissing me back like he was just humoring me.
I pulled back and looked at him with confusion, his cheek was red where I had struck him and his eyes were still hard. Why w
