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And all of a sudden, I’m not worried about getting caught. I’m worried
about him stopping.
Don’t stop.
My eyes burn with tears, and I’m so tired. So tired of holding back
everything I feel and want to say. So tired of being someone I’m not and
making mistakes that I didn’t have any fun making.
I want to feel this. I want to get lost with him for as long as I can.
“Masen?” I put my hand to his face and lean my head into his, speaking
low. “Can I tell you something true?”
He nods.
I slip my hand between us and press my hand into his cock. “I want to
get fucked.”
His eyes widen, and I bite his bottom lip.
Yeah, he wasn’t expecting that.
He expels a breath, sounding shocked, but he doesn’t need to be asked
twice. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he flips me onto my back on the
seat, and I let out a small gasp, not sure if I’m excited or nervous. He stands
up as much as he can, and hovers over me, gazing down at my body. I bite
my lip, trying not to smile as much as I want to.
Reaching up, I hold his eyes as I unfasten his belt, but when I go to
unbutton his jeans, he stops me.
“I said I needed to kiss you everywhere,” he reminds me, eyeing my
shorts. “Take ‘em off.”
I cast a nervous glance out the window above me, seeing someone walk
by. The slickness between my legs gets wetter, and I can’t help the rush of
heat under my skin.
God, this is so bad.