Twelve
Mira
Blaine’s kiss was rough and wild, his lips bruising in their all-encompassing need.
It wasn’t enough.
I kissed him back with equal strength, biting at his lip as he pushed his tongue in between mine, fighting him for dominance. The heat of his mouth was intoxicating, and all I could think of was getting more of it—more of him.
Our tongues tangled and I moaned at the first brush. Yes, just like that—
He pressed down on top of me and in between my legs, and I felt the heavy weight of his c**k straining against his jeans just where I needed it as he ground against me.
Yes, yes, yes! My body sang as my clit pulsed from the stimulation, and I rocked up against him to meet his thrusts.
Blaine groaned into my mouth and released my wrists.
I immediately latched onto his should
