Twisted Temptation
My shorts were gone in one rough pull, leaving me in just my panties.
He knelt on the edge of the bed, eyes locked on the wet spot between my thighs. “Fuck… you’re soaked.”
I burned hot with shame—and need. “Don’t touch me.”
He looked up, grinning wickedly. “Sweetheart, that’s all I’m gonna do.”
His fingers slid under the thin fabric, stroking slow, deliberate circles over my clit. I bit my lip hard, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a sound.
“Mm,” he said, watching my face. “You’re fighting it. I like that.”