I could feel the heat of her pussy through my clothes, the dampness of her arousal soaking through the fabric as she ground against me, desperate for friction. I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at her sensitive skin as she writhed beneath me.
"Jack, please," she begged, her voice a breathy moan as she clung to me. "I need you, Jack. I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me, to make me yours. I want to feel your cock deep inside me, stretching me, filling me completely."
I smiled against her skin, my hands sliding down her body to cup her breasts, my thumbs circling her hardened nipples through the fabric of her dress. "Patience, Isabella," I murmured, my voice a soft purr as I teased her. "I want to savor you, to taste you, to make you scream with pleasure before I fuck you. I want to hear you beg for my cock, to hear you scream my name as you cum all over my face."
