I won’t touch her. Not with my hands. But I need to feel her. Maddie is thrashing below me. Rolling her hips in sync with mine. We need to stop. “Fuck.” I growl the word this time. I need to stop. If we keep this up, I’m going to pull those tiny shorts to the side and bury my cock in her wet warmth. Instead, I tighten my grip on her wrists. Keeping her in place. And keeping my willpower in check.
