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His cock felt like steel in his slacks, the tip already slick with pre-cuht

“I want this,” she said, but it was soft, as if maybe she wasn’t sure she’d actually just said the words

“You sure you want this, wanther pressed up against the wall Moving his hand to her face, he cupped her cheek for only a second before ht below her ear Her pulse was racing beneath his fingertip, another arousing sign that she was just as deep into this as he was

“Yes That’s crazy, right?”

He wanted her acceptance of this, her willingness “No, because I want you” That hatlike he’d tear through his own skin just to sa him this of her own free will, and because she wanted it, too

Her wanting hi his next fix

She is your drug, your weakness

Yes, he knew that, had known that fro about her until she was his

“Soht see us, question all of this,” she whispered softly with a hitch in her voice He looked down at her lips and e breasts pressed against the silky er at her radial, feeling her pulse beating wildly there, too

A low sound left him at that, at the fact she was frantic for him

“Even if they do, I don’t fucking care,” he said against her lips He looked into her eyes as he gathered the bottohs

“This is so crazy” Her eyes ide as she looked at him

“It’s crazy, but so fucking good” He her until he reached the junction between her thighs, the sweet spot that could have ht in his slacks