Chapter 5Chris’s Pov Emily’s thighs tighten around me, her heat pressing down on my cock like a brand. She doesn’t move yet, just lets me feel the weight of her, the damp lace of her panties clinging to my skin, the way her breath hitches when I twitch beneath her. Her fingers walk up my chest, nails dragging light enough to tease, sharp enough to promise pain if I push too hard. “You want this?” she murmurs, rolling her hips just once, a slow, deliberate circle that makes my vision blur at the edges. My cock throbs, trapped between us, the head already slick with precome, smearing against the lace. I can feel how wet she is through the fabric, how her body’s already adjusting, softening, getting ready to take me. Fuck, she’s dripping.“Emily” My voice comes out rough, like I’ve been screaming. Maybe I have.She cuts me off with a sharp little laugh, her teeth grazing my bottom lip before she pulls back. “No. You don’t get to talk yet.” Her hands drop to the button of her jean
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