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He pulls back. His eyes find mine. They're filled with concern.
I run my fingertips along his neck. "Fuck me."
"I'm not your distraction."
"Please. I need to feel something good."
I press my lips into his. For a moment, he doesn't kiss back. Then something in him takes over, and his hands are on my ass. His tongue is in my mouth, sliding around mine like he can't bring himself to do anything but fuck me.
Miles breaks the kiss. "Look me in the eyes and tell me it's because you want me and not because you're miserable."
"I want you." Okay, no more playing around. I reach under my dress and slide my underwear to my knees. "I want you coming inside me."
All the resolve on his face fades away. I'm the one affecting him, making him bend to my will.
"What if your parents come home?" he asks.
"They won't. They hate it here as much as I do."
He moves closer, pressing his lips against my neck, his crotch against mine. "Say it again."
"I want you inside me." I lean into his kiss. "I want to feel you come."
He groans. His fingers dig into my hips. He can't control himself any longer. He wants this as badly as I do.
He pins me to the wall, kissing me hard and deep.
I close my eyes. This is a Miles I understand. Every place he touches is on fire, burning away everything that hurts.
His teeth sink into my neck. He unzips my dress and slides it down my shoulders. His hand slides over my bra. I groan and reach for his shoulders, but he grabs my wrists and pins them against the wall.
"Not yet," he growls.
He thrusts his hips into mine. I'm pressed firmly against the wall, no way of moving, nowhere to go, nothing to feel except this.
I turn into his embrace. I rock my body into his.
Miles bites me again. The sting sends waves of pleasure through my body. Everything he does feels so good. It's hard to believe he's ever caused me pain.
He pulls my bra out of the way, exposing my breasts. He groans, sinking his teeth into my neck again.
I push away everything that's been weighing me down until I'm light enough to float. This is my chance to feel good.
This is my chance to be his.
To have him be mine.
I make another move for his back, but his hands are on my wrists almost instantly.
He pins me to the wall again. I arch my back. I rock my hips into his. His erection is pressed against my stomach, and I want more of it. I want to feel him in my hands, my mouth, my sex.
He brings his hand to my chest and draws circles around my nipples, one at a time. I moan. I already need him so badly. He's the only thing that can free me.
"Miles, please."
"Mhmmm."
Every part of my body is begging for his touch, but his hands feel so good on my breasts. I'm an instrument, and I'm tuned to perfection. I lose track o
