Abigail
The bed hit my back and his hands found my wrists before I finished landing, pinning both arms above my head.
One large hand wrapped around my wrists, his body looking over mine.
"This wasn't the agreement," I whispered, a teasing grin on my lips.
Was it bad that I enjoyed the way his breathing turned laboured, his ridged abs flexing with each breath he took.
God, after that night in Boston I had wanted this to happen again so bad, not even little Bobby could ease the ache in my cunt these days.
My eyes fell on the tent in his pants and since I couldn't move my hands, I raised a knee and brushed against his straining cock.
"Fuck," He cursed, gripping my wrists even tighter. With a ragged growl, he grabbed my dress by the hem with his free hand, dragging it up my body and over my head in one motion.
He tossed it somewhere in the golden-lit room. The cool air hit my bare skin and I shivered, aware that his hungry eyes were devouring my tits.
