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So close.
Inches apart.
All sense was gone, replaced by a greedy hunger to touch her.
“You need to get away from me.”
“Why? Because you can’t control yourself?”
She reached out and pressed against my chest. A shudder rocked us both at the contact. Tiny, dick-twitching whimpers and a hitched breath had me moaning. The skin beneath her hand burned.
“Fuck you.”
I smirked and leaned in closer to whisper in her ear. “I plan to.”
“Oh, God.” She tilted her head, exposing her neck, fingers clenching against my chest as she fisted my shirt and pulled me closer. The heat from her body was hotter than the fires of hell where I was sure to end up.
“He’s obviously not here. I’m Jared.” I couldn’t get her to look at my face, but her breath had become labored. “You look fucking tasty in these little scraps of cloth. Tempting me. Are you trying to get a cock shoved up your tight little cunt?”
“It’s my uniform.”
I removed one hand from the wall and set it on her waist, groaning at the electric shock that burst through my body, firing off every cell in me. My fingers caressed her exposed flesh as I moved down to her hip.
“It’s a tiny uniform. Does it get you a lot of offers?”
She nodded, and my hand flexed on her hip, all soft women curves, succulent beneath my touch.
Her other hand fisted into the fabric of my shirt at my waist. “I like to feel their eyes on me.”
A small step forward, aided by her tugging grip, and the gap between us disappeared. My mouth dropped open, hips rocking my painfully hard cock into her stomach. “That’s a dangerous game, little girl.”
Her breath was hot against my neck. “I get so wet thinking about some guy hard for me. Fantasize about being taken against a wall, hard and fast.”
The skin on her neck pinked—I loved to see the flush of her skin. I leaned in closer, my lips ghosting against hers. "Is that what you want me to do?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck,” I growled out. My hand slipped around to the front of her shorts and cupped her pussy. “You’re not a good girl, are you? Underneath your innocent façade, you’re fucking naughty, is that it?”
She whimpered and pushed against my hand.
“How do you like to be punished? By my hand as it strikes against your plump backside? Or maybe by my cock slamming into you so hard you see stars? How about keeping you on edge, unable to come, until I let you?”
Her eyes were completely clouded over and heavy, her voice almost a whisper. “I don’t care.”
“You don’t care?”
“As long as it means you’re touching me.”
“Only me?”
She nodded and pulled me tighter to her. “Only you make me feel this way.”
I popped the button on her shorts and pushed my hand into the small gap, groaning at the heat of h
er bare, wet pussy.
“I told you I’d be back to take what’s mine.” My lips crashed to hers, taking what I’d dreamed of for days.
