KEILAH
Ralph slipped his hand under my blouse, scraping my skin, causing me to let out a soft moan as his hand came in contact with my sensitive breasts. It was very surprising that I willingly let the man who caused me experience death spread my legs wide for him. I feel ashamed of myself that I am giving in so easily. But I like it. I like the feel of his hands on me. I like his unpassionate kisses.
As I moved my hands to run through his hair, he seized them, deftly securing them above my head and fastened them in his grasp as his other hand slipped back under my blouse to my breast, pinching my n****e a little rough. A moan escaped my mouth again.
My mind raced with conflicting emotions as his rough touch sent swarms of butterflies in my stomach.
I really don't like him, yet th
