Chapter 83 He Had Magic

Ezekiel sat on the closed seat cover, and I was perched on his lap. My shirt hung loosely, half-opened, and my bra had been pushed up, exposing my bare skin. His lips and tongue teased me mercilessly, kissing, licking, and sucking at my sensitive flesh. I arched my back in pure pleasure, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pressed him closer to me. A soft moan escaped my lips.