Grace
I’m not this kind of person. I’m not this kind of person. I’m not—
“Oh my god,” I moaned, cutting off my own thoughts.
My fingers moved faster, sliding in and out of me while I rubbed myself shamelessly against the thick bulge beneath me. My other hand was clenched in his shirt, holding onto something, as I drowned in pleasure. Wetness seeped from me, soaking through his trousers, and all I could think was—
Fuck, I am that kind of person.
And I didn’t care anymore.
Each drag of my hips made his c**k twitch beneath me. I could feel it pulsing harder, getting impossibly thick. My whole body was on fire.
God, I was praying for a miracle. That the universe would take pity on me and his pants would just vanish, come off, tear away. I didn’t care how. I just needed this big c**k ins
