Laura's heart pounded so loud it filled her ears, but the thought only grew louder, stronger, heavier with each passing second.
Her body quivered with need, and her pussy clenched with such painful hunger that she whimpered without meaning to.
She tried to escape it.
Her body squirmed atop Ross, pressing her slick folds against the rigid muscles of his abdomen.
That little movement alone made her see stars.
A wave of heat rushed through her, so strong she had to bite back a scream.
But instead of easing her torment, it only worsened it.
She could feel her juices smearing against him, dripping down shamelessly, leaving undeniable proof of how aroused she was.
Tears pricked her eyes—not from sadness, but from frustration. She hated this.
She hated how weak she was becoming, how her body was betraying her.
And yet, even in that shame, she couldn't stop staring at his cock.
It was there. Right there. So close. All she had to do was shift her hips.
