Chapter FourteenMonica sighed into the mirror. She desperately tried to picture Cavus kissing her. His lips on her neck, traveling down her collarbone. Each time, though, it turned into Paul. Lifting her up with his strong arms, his hard c**k pushing against her.
No, no, no!
She took a deep breath and hissed it out through her teeth. Her heart was with Cavus, but her body and mind seemed desperate for the man she just met.How? If she could just clear her head for a minute, for one second not be quivering between her thighs and desperate to be f****d, she could answer the question. Her hands squeezed the edge of her vanity as her breath came in gulps.
Her thighs quivered, she could feel the warmth of her nectar seeping down her legs.
“Hello,” a voice said from her door. Had she missed s
