~Valerie~
He peels the denim down my thighs, the rough material scraping over my hips, dragging my lace underwear with it until the cool air hits my bare skin.
I should feel exposed. I should feel ashamed. Instead, I feel a reckless, desperate heat. I want this. I want him to stop talking and start ruining me.
He pins my wrists above my head with one hand, his grip like iron manacles. He’s looking at me with those amber eyes, stripping away every lie I’ve ever told myself about being innocent.
"You’re so wet for a girl who was just crying over another man," he grunts.
Then, his palm, cups my p***y. My body trembles. My legs quiver.
He starts to stroke his fingers through my folds. His fingers are thick, calloused, and searingly hot. He doesn't go gentle on me. He presses his palm ov
