No way could I stop the moan slipping from my lips. His hand kept moving, his thumb grazing the hard bud of my nipple over the shirt, and that was it. That was all it took for me to want to explode into a thousand fucking pieces. Stop! I told myself in my head. I screamed it. I begged my body to move. This wasn’t right. This shouldn’t happen. He was keeping me a damn prisoner in this place! “Don’t lie to me, little fox,” he said, biting my earlobe as he worked his thumb over my nipple still, pressing himself onto my back harder so that I could feel how much he was being affected by me, too.
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