Page 9 of Owned In Misty Mountain

Guess she never does.

Her laugh carries across the yard, sweet and warm. And the way her mouth curves when she smiles? I could die looking at that.

“Damn, I would kill for tits like yours,” one of the girls says, play-pouting.

“Please,” another snorts. “Shanay’s out here hiding that body like she doesn’t know she could ruin lives.”

“You mean if she ever let someone actually get there.”

My ears prick. and I move closer.

Not on purpose. Not really.

“Oh my God, stop,” Shanay groans, half-laughing, covering her face with her hands in embarrassment.

Her friend keeps going. “Babe, you’re still holding out for some epic romance while the rest of us are out here dealing with bad dick.”

“I’m not holding out,” Shanay says quickly. “I just haven’t met—”

“—The One?” her cousin finishes dramatically. “Girl, who’s still a virgin at our age?”

My entire body locks.

I don’t breathe.

“You make it sound like a disease,” Shanay replies teasing back.

The other one giggles. “It’s just wild. You’re hot, you’ve got ass for days, and you’re still… untouched.”

“Not helping,” Shanay mutters. “Seriously, shut up.”

They all laugh.

And just like that, I’m burning.

Virgin. Untouched.

No one’s ever had her.

No one’s ever kissed her deep and dirty until she couldn’t breathe.

No one’s ever spread her thighs and tasted her until she sobbed.

My cock throbs so hard I damn near double over.

I picture her in that sundress.

On my bed.

Legs open.

Eyes wide.

Waiting.

Fuck. Fuck.

My mouth is dry. My fists clench like it’s the only thing keeping me grounded.

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