CHAPTER FOURTEEN
TATUM
I don’t have control of myself right now, but it feels so good to be with Easton like this. The more I rub my c**t against his jeans, the more buildup it creates. If I continue at this rate, I’ll come just from the friction alone.
Taking full control, I reach down to unbutton his jeans. I massage my tongue with his, but it’s not enough. I need more of him. As he palms my breasts, I rock my hips faster.
The little voice in my head tells me this is a bad idea and that I should stop, but I can’t find the strength to pull away. Just one move and Easton would be inside me, filling me with his thick c**k. I’ve caught glimpses of it when he’s been hard, and I already know he’d destroy me. Something I fantasize about happening.
“f**k, baby. You feel so good.” Easton moa
