Fûcking Aubrey (2)
Aubrey’s mouth was hot against mine, her tongue pushing past my lips like she was trying to own me completely. My back hit the couch cushions, and she straddled me, grinding down on my thigh with a desperate rhythm that made her skirt ride higher until it was bunched around her waist.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” she moaned, dragging her hips against me.
I grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. “You could’ve said something sooner.”
“You like me desperate,” she said, eyes blazing as she leaned down to bite my bottom lip. “You like it when I’m begging.”
I slid my hands under her skirt, my fingers tracing the edge of her panties. They were already soaked through. “You’re practically begging now.”
“Then make me
