Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories
Her touch was electric, sending a jolt through me, and I thrust into her hand, unable to stop myself.
She smirked, knowing she had me, and pushed her dress up her thighs, revealing a scrap of red lace that barely qualified as panties.
“Don’s busy,” she murmured, hopping onto the counter and spreading her legs, pulling me between them. “Fuck me quick, before he comes looking.”
My hands slid up her thighs, rough and hungry, and I yanked her panties aside, my fingers finding her already wet.
She moaned, soft but sharp, her head tipping back as I teased her clit, my cock throbbing at the thought of sinking into her. But that damn door, Lila’s door kept pulling my eyes, my mind.