Filthy, Dirty Desires
“I don’t---”
“Look at me when you say it,” he cuts me off, crowding me against the door. His is the voice of temptation, and I’m helpless to obey the raspy sound.
Even though I know I’m making a mistake.
Dragging my eyes up to his, I wet my lips, swallowing roughly when his eyes follow the movement and darken. “I don’t wan…” My voice breaks halfway when he massages my pussy.
“Go on,” he urges, his lips tipped up arrogantly. “I’m listening.”