Saving My Boyfriend II
MY entire body flushed with heat, a mixture of shame and an unwelcome, confusing arousal. I hated it. Hated *him*. But my p***y, despite everything, was tingling, a strange throb starting deep inside.
“Look at her, Silas,” Jordan said, not taking his eyes off me. “Look at how she’s responding. You see that? That little twitch? She wants it, doesn’t she?” He reached out, his finger parting my labia. I gasped, a small, involuntary sound.
“So soft,” he murmured, his finger tracing the sensitive skin. “So ready.” He found my c**t, circling it gently, then pressing down. A jolt shot through me, making my hips involuntarily buck.
“No!” I cried, trying to pull away, but he held my hips firm.
“Oh yes, Rumi. Oh yes.” His thumb rubbed harder, faster. “Feel that? That’s wh
