Chapter 98: One last One

Charlotte Damien didn't want to leave. It was lights out, and everyone was supposed to be asleep so we could start again tomorrow, but this man just hugged me, his large hands moving up and down my form, from my back all the way down to my butt, giving it a hearty squeeze. Frankly, I loved it. I squirmed in his arms at some point, wishing to pull him closer. Sensing what I wanted, he carried me from where I was and dumped me on the bed. He pried my legs apart, glancing at the leggings I had been wearing earlier, then lowered himself between them, grinding himself against me, hitting my clit as though he had planned it. "Oh my God," I gasped out loud when his hand moved around, still pressing me further into him. I found myself entirely and completely surrounded by him, having no place to go—not that I planned to go anywhere. He had completely cut off my means of escape, even my means of breathing. He reached toward my shirt, playing with the hem, slowly lifting it up and teasing me,