FUCK ME 8

My body tingles as his hand slides around my waist, it sags and lands on my butt. I grew hot as I was hyper aware of how close our bodies were, heat continued to emanate from the spot our skin touched.

He was touching me, okay his hand was on my butt and the only thing my brain can do is freeze, melt and hope his hand dips even lower. I can’t even breathe, my anticipation won’t let me.

“Relax, can we just continue the game?” One of the other men say.

I did not want to continue the game, I wanted to do whatever Aryan had in mind. He doesn’t look at me, his stony gaze still on Patrick.

And then his hand slacked, dipping directly under my skirt, I shivered uncontrollably when his fingers graze my bare skin.

Yes. Oh finally! My core tightened with pleasure, my legs crossed automatically as I try to offset the ache.

“We should.” Aryan says finally and extracts himself from my hold.

I would have dropped to the ground if the seat wasn’t directly below my butt. My disappointme