4 Hayden

4

Hayden

“Because I am going to fuck you, Zara.”

When I said that to her, I didn’t think I would receive such a response from her. Her brown eyes gleamed at me, they almost seemed hazel with the neon lightening, her palms sliding up to my shoulders and pressing herself closer against me. I took a sharp breath, feeling her soft breasts press on my muscles. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

“You will?” She asked with a hopeful smile that reached her eyes. Her beauty spot making it hard for me to meet her eyes, but I managed not to gawk at her full lips.

Some men liked either breasts or ass.

Me? I liked lips.

There was so much you could do with them. Kiss them until they are pink and swollen, make them drool around my fingers, watch them stretch around my girth and hear the sweet sounds of moans and whimpers when you fuck them.

And I, Hayden Knight, was a fucking goner for Zara’s lips. They were perfect. Her bottom lip fuller than the top, they even shaped a small heart, and they looked so s