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I ignore them, pressing my body into hers, and kissing her with desperate force. I can’t resist it anymore; I want her too much.
Chapter 13 - Danielle
Ellis’s hands travel down my waist to my ass, and then he lifts me up.
His lips on mine make time move slow. I barely catch my breath as my heart races, sparking a need that makes me shiver. One that I’ve been pushing down for too long.
I sigh, pressing my head against the wood of the bookshelf as he kisses the side of my neck. He’s tracing his tongue around my nerves, and I let out an involuntary groan that spreads out from deep within my throat.
He holds me a little tighter, pressing me with restrained force.
“I like that sound,” he murmurs into my neck.
My pussy throbs uncontrollably. I look down at his large back muscles working their way around my body as he caresses my skin with his tongue.
He looks so good. The feel of him floods my body with electricity—I feel light as I roll my neck, exposing myself for him to take.
“But what if someone comes in?” I whisper half-heartedly. My mind recognizes that there’s an unlocked door at the end of this building, and anyone can walk in at any second. My body doesn’t care.
“Then I tell them to fuck off.”
I giggle as books tumble around us. He sets me on the edge of one of the ledges and traces his hand up my dress. My thighs shudder beneath his fingers.
For a second, I’m embarrassed for him to see how wet I am. I’m practically seeping through the thin lace panties I’ve got on.
“Wait,” I say breathlessly. His head pauses along my collarbone, and then he looks up at me with desire-ridden eyes.
I bite my lip a little to stop myself from trembling.
“Okay,” I say, breathlessly. “Go on.”
He kisses around my jaw and then back to my lips as his rough hand finds the edge of my panties. He reaches two fingers inside, spreading me apart, and I let out another moan.
“Fuck,” he murmurs into my collarbone. “You’re so wet. You smell so fucking good.”
He’s fucking me with his hand, in and out, as I sink into the bookshelf. Jolts of pleasure hit me each time I tip my head back.
“Oh my God.”
I wrap my arms tighter around him to keep him close, his lips peppering gentle kisses around my skin.
He’s circling my nub until he pinches it between his fingers.
I’m dripping all over him.
Yes.
The pleasure pulsates around my pussy—I’m close.
He kisses my lips until they’re swollen, and I kiss him back, gyrating my hips toward him. Our mouths intertwine in what feels like a desperate battle.
Then he looks at me, and my heart nearly stops.
“You’re fucking beautiful like this,” he whispers, still rubbing me.
I’m barely holding on; the pleasure is too much.
I kiss him fervently, pouring all my passion onto his lips. And then something switches, a long internal explosion of pleasure. My heart pumps, I squeeze my eyes shut as my orgasm rolls through my pussy onto his hand.
