“I whirled around and stomped back into his room to begin tearing through his dresser in search of my panties. Deliberately throwing his stuff on the floor, I yelped when he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me away from the dresser. My protest died on my lips when I heard him groan.
“f**k, you feel good,” he spoke in a rough voice against my hair.
He did too. His hard body pressed against mine was a feeling that I wanted to sink back into. He lifted one hand to cup my breast, and I moaned when he brushed my n****e through the thin material with his thumb. His hand lowered to trail down my stomach, and I lurched out of his hold, spinning to face him.
“Don’t touch me,” I said breathlessly. “You promised you wouldn’t.”
“Right,” he agreed. “With my hands. Let me correct my mistake.”
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