Until now, I haven’t dared unclench my fists, refused for one second to allow myself to touch him. Right now, I don’t know whether to defend myself, or perish beneath his imposing size. As he hovers over me, pressing me into the wall so hard that I’m sure I’ll melt at every single delicious point of contact, I recognize what I’m feeling. It’s enough to make my heart stutter, because he’s hard, too. Holy shit, he’s hard as stone. The outline of his cock presses through his jeans, and I’m struggling to stay in my body. I don’t know what the fuck to do right now. Is he angry at me for causing
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