CLARISSA’S POV
The game continues, but I can barely focus on it. All I can think about is the heat radiating from Landon’s body and the way his strong hands rest possessively on my waist. Every slight movement sends sparks of electricity through my veins. I feel the hardness of his c**k beneath me, and my breath catches in my throat. It takes everything in me not to grind against it and please myself.
My thighs clench involuntarily. There’s a slow burn building inside me. Landon’s fingers press into my waist, rubbing small circles that make it impossible to think straight. When his hand slides up my side and pinches my n****e through the thin fabric of my top, I flinch, letting out a sharp gasp.
His lips brush against my ear “You’re so damn responsive.”
I swallow hard. I feel my face b
