Whirling around, I lunge at Nyla, pushing the door closed as I shove her up against it. She squeaks, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as my arms bracket her head in place.“Dead to me still counts,” I say, pressing our foreheads together.Her hands come to my face, fingers cupping my jaw. “Not really.”Annoyed, and quickly growing more agitated by the second, I palm the base of her skull and crush my mouth to hers. My tongue forces its way inside, sweeping over her teeth and tangling with hers, warring for dominance. She lets out a tiny moan at the intrusion, and the vibration from it surges straight to my cock, which I grind into her.When she breaks away, she’s breathless. “Jonas, we should probably talk about this.”“After,” I insist, my voice gruff and hardly recognizable to even my ears. Trembling hands reach for her blouse, and I sink my fingers into the lacy fabric, pulling until it tears.“Hey!” She fists my hair as I uncover her tits, bending down to roll my to
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