Trapped
Defiantly, I bucked, enflaming him further.
“Good lord,” he muttered. He let out a tortured breath through his teeth, his eyes still closed. “Will you stop wriggling?”
I stilled, watching his expression with interest. “Why?”
“Because if you don’t, I’m going to come in my pants, that’s why!”
With calculated intent, I wriggled slightly, testing him. When his features contorted further, I deliberately ground my hips against him, and he swore, rocking his hips in response. Pleased with my success, I kept up the motion.
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