With one easy pull, he tore out the shorts from me and flung it to only God-knows-where, my thighs lay bare, twitching from the cold breeze emanating from the door. Then he turned back to face me, pulling off the sweatshirt, like he was unraveling a delicate, sweet treasure. My sweatshirt and blouse came out at once, forming a heap on the floor. His eyes moved, from the red lacy bra tight around my full breasts, his eyes dimmed the moment they set on the darkened, poking nipples. “I love them dark and throbbing, Maya,” he grunted, planting a kiss on my lips over again, two fingers placed around a nipple, then he gave it a tight, sweet squeeze.“ugh-gh,” I cried, taking in the sweet pain I could not get enough of. For a moment, I let my mind forget every worry, everything the media had to say. My hands moved, fast as they pulled the lace around the waistband of his shorts. Williams threw his head back, like every move of my hand was magical, tiny goosebumps formed on his skin where
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