Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection)
His phone was already in his hand, the screen glowing, illuminating the dark stubble along his cheek.
And then I saw it.
Myself.
Naked.
The video was grainy, taken from a distance, but unmistakable. My body arched on my bed, my head thrown back, one hand between my thighs, the other twisting my nipple. The moans spilling from my lips were raw, needy, the kind I’d never let myself make when I was sober.
Fuck. I remembered that night, the wine, the loneliness, the way I’d let my fingers wander, convinced my dorm room was private. But the angle of the shot… the way the camera had lingered on my spread legs, my glistening pussy, someone had watched.
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