The timer hit zero, but I didn’t stop. My body ground against him harder, shameless, desperate, wet, my cries filling the room as everyone screamed around us.

  

  

   “Please, Ethan,” I gasped again, louder, shameless, my voice breaking. “Please, I need it.”

  

  

   The room erupted.

  

  

   “Holy fuck, she’s begging!”

  

  

   “Ethan, fuck her already!”

  

  

   I should have cared. I should have stopped. But my body wasn’t listening to me anymore. My hands clawed at my dress, yanking it up to my waist, exposing my thighs, my soaked panties clinging to my pussy.

  

  

    Gasps shot through the room, whistles, phones flashing brighter, but I didn’t care. My hands were shaking as I shoved...