Grace

I’m not this kind of person. I’m not this kind of person. I’m not—

“Oh my god,” I moaned, cutting off my own thoughts.

My fingers moved faster, sliding in and out of me while I rubbed myself shamelessly against the thick bulge beneath me. My other hand was clenched in his shirt, holding onto something, as I drowned in pleasure. Wetness seeped from me, soaking through his trousers, and all I could think was—

Fuck, I am that kind of person.

And I didn’t care anymore.

Each drag of my hips made his cock twitch beneath me. I could feel it pulsing harder, getting impossibly thick. My whole...