14
“I thought you weren’t gonna f**k me unless I begged?” I arched an eyebrow.
He dips down, face practically in my face. “Yeah, well, f**k it. I want you too goddamn bad.”
“Yeah, I don’t want you,” lying straight through my teeth.
“Too bad. Already want you.”
Leans in for a kiss, I turn my head, he gets my neck instead. Not that he cares. He just starts working down my throat. My body bucks and I bite my lip, desperately trying not to moan.
He pulls back, smug as hell. “See? You want me.”
“Nope,” I gasp, totally unconvincing.
“Let’s prove it. If you’re not wet, I’ll stop. But if you’re soaked, I’m taking you. Right here.”
Well, too late. I’m basically dripping.
Before I can even say anything, his hand’s under my skirt, over my panties, and then, right where I want him.
“f**k… y
