C153 FUCK!

Dontrell's hand slid possessively around my waist, pulling me closer until I could feel his cock searing through the fabric of his trousers. My fingers clawed at him, desperate, tangling in his shirt as our kiss grew frantic. His breath was a harsh whisper against my lips, hot and demanding.

“Every time I look at you, I’m reminded I’m a monster, but I still want to hold you in ways I shouldn’t