She gasps, her arms struggling to push against me. But it’s a useless fight. Because it’s not just meshe’s fighting—she’s also fighting herself.
Her own hunger. Her own desperate, surging need.
My lips scorch up and down her neck. She trembles against me as I slip my fingers into her pantiesand find that delicious wetness again.
My c**k wants to dive into her.
But not yet. Not quite yet. Wait a little longer. Drag it out. Make her beg.
She clenches around me—hands on my elbows, forehead buried against my chest, p***y tighteningdown on my fingertips. She tries to talk but no words come out. There’s nothing to say, anyway.
When she realizes that there is only one way out of this moment, she stops struggling. Surrendersto me. Gasps with relief and desire and the searing anticipation lig
