Chapter 3
I froze, fingers still buried deep inside my soaked p***y, legs spread wide like a slut on display. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought I’d pass out. A tall, muscular guy I’d seen around the neighborhood a few times stood just inside my room, eyes locked on my exposed body. His c**k strained hard against his trousers, the bulge thick and obvious.
“Oh my god!” I gasped, yanking my hand away and trying to close my legs. “Who the f**k are you? Get out!”
He didn’t move. Those dark eyes stayed hungry, roaming over my t**s still pushed up by my bunched tank top and my glistening p***y. “Don’t stop on my account, beautiful,” he said, voice low and rough like gravel. “You were so close. I could hear how wet you were from the hallway. f**k, you look even better up close.
