Freya
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“Y-you want to f**k me in the ass?”
My question hung in the air, making it charge with something thick.
Jonathan's fingers were still massaging my c**t, sending shockwaves up my spine.
“Yes, Freya,” he said, “your virginity would still be intact. Sam would never know.”
I shook my head. I told myself I shouldn’t even think about it. f**k, I shouldn’t even be doing this with him. But here I was grounding my hips on his fingers.
My throat tightened. “I can’t.”
Jonathan smirked. “Are you scared it would hurt? He let his fingers slide down to my perineum. “I promise I won't hurt you. You enjoy it so much you’d be back begging for more.”
I wanted to shoot him a sharp look. To tell him f**k up, but his fingers felt too good on my p***y. Pleasure kept stealing my ability to r
