“I won’t f*****g let you c*m,” he growled, yanking his fingers out of me just as my whole body was about to explode.
I screamed. I actually screamed. My thighs clamped shut around the emptiness, my hips jerked forward looking for him, my p***y clenched around nothing and I swear I could’ve cried. I was right there. Right on the edge of falling apart.
And he stopped.
“f**k,” he snapped, slamming his palm into the wall behind my head like he was punishing it for what he just did to me. “I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t..fuck..peanut.
“Your dad would f*****g kill me.”
It didn’t fix s**t.
It made it worse.
Because the second he said it, my heart slammed so hard into my chest I thought it was going to punch its way out.
Not because I was scared. But because he said it like he wa
