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to press my back against the wall. I shivered, not because
of him, I told myself. Because my hair was wet and cold and
now that I was plastered against the wall, it only caused my
wet blouse to stick onto my back like a second skin.
He leaned forward, bending his head to be level with
me. His lips caressed my ear, and it tickled. I went to pull
away, but he was quicker. His arms came up, and he caged
me against the wall, his palms on either side of my head.
He barely touched me, but his body was so close, his heat
pressing into me, caressing me and causing a warm flush to
spread throughout my body.
My thighs quaked, and my lower stomach tensed with
his close proximity. “And you know what? One day I’m
going to be your wet dream, too. Picture this: You'll be
alone in bed at night, unable to sleep. My face flashes in
front of your eyes and your stomach clenches. Your thighs
are spread open and your pussy feels warm but strangely,
empty. There's an aching need in the pit of your stomach.
You won't be able to stop yourself. Your hands find their
way into your panties, and you feel how wet you are with
your fingers. You bite on your lip to keep from moaning.
You touch yourself slowly, a little confused. A little
frustrated. You'll think: Why can't I stop thinking about
him? You’re going to hate it, but you’ll still love it. And you
know what you’re going to do?”
My skin was on fire, my body burned, and I couldn’t
breathe. My stomach dipped and twisted as the air felt like
it was being sucked out of my body.
My heart stuttered when I felt his body pressing into
me, finally touching me.
“You’ll finger your pussy while imagining it's me on top
of you, pressing against you, and it's my cock fucking you.
Not your little fingers,” Maddox breathed into my ear,
whispering the dirty fantasy as if he was making dirty love
to me.