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Jessie
I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t want to stop him. I couldn’t even stop myself from wanting more. He pulled me further into the room, our mouths connected, until we stood next to the bed. Yes. This was happening. Just like I wanted it to.
His mouth moved against mine, his tongue roughly parting my lips. I responded eagerly, kissing him back just as hard until it hurt. All the passion that built up between us flowed through us then, and my heart thudded dangerously hard in my chest as we went on. His hands were all over me, touching me, fondling me, sliding under my clothes, over my clothes. My skin burned at his touch, but I wanted it. I wanted more. I held onto his massive shoulders just to stay on my feet. I felt like I might faint. The blood rushed between my legs, leaving me
