Defy (Sinners of Saint, #0.5)

by L.J. Shen

This…” His hand ducked under my dress hem and up between my thighs, and a finger traveled along my wet slit through my plain cotton underwear (no lace today), stroking not pushing, in a torturous tease. “Is mine until school ends. I will eat it, fuck it, play with it, and sleep in it if I want to. And I want to. I wanna do all those things to you.”

What can I say? Booze and eighteen-year-old jocks who are hung like a horse made this girl hella happy.