When my center made contact with Wyatt’s cock, something white-hot shot through me, right to my core, and I bucked and gasped. It was a fraction of a second but it was too good. My thighs jerked closed, snapping tight around his waist. Wyatt’s length pulsed against me and his hands tightened on my bottom, so hard I’d have bruises tomorrow. The idea of his marks on me made me more turned on. “Hannah,” he gasped against my mouth. “You can’t do that.” “Sorry,” I whispered. “Didn’t mean to. Just felt so good.” “I know, baby, I know.”
OMG
