Wes was not f*****g around either. His lips taste like heaven, but feels like it’s been personally curated by the f*****g Devil himself because holy f*****g s**t, kissing someone like this feels like a sin.
I moaned so loud when Wes’ hand found his way onto my breasts. He squeezes it with a firm grasp, just enough for me to feel every finger of his imprint on my skin.
“f*****g delicious you are…” Wes moaned in between our kiss and I felt him grin against my lips.
I could say the same f*****g thing about him, but I can’t speak. Especially not when Atlas had now gotten closer and fuuuuckkkk meeeeee, he’s reached the f*****g x on the map with no f*****g problem at all.
He must have quickly realized the effect this had on me by the way I pulled on his hair because he continued, his tong
