Dirty and Sinful Collection
I grind against him, feeling him harden under me.
“We can’t,” he murmurs, but his hands are already tugging my panties aside.
“We already did,” I whisper, and then I lower myself onto him, slowly and quietly. The risk of being caught again makes every movement sharper, every touch hotter. I bite his shoulder to keep from moaning.
Gabriel’s hands clutch my ass, guiding me as I ride him in slow, shallow thrusts. We keep our breaths tight and silent, moving together in a frantic, hushed rhythm. The sounds of the church secretary bustling just outside the door make it feel forbidden and electric.