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He steps forward, closer to me. I can hear him. When he’s directly behind me, I feel the air shift. He’s close to me, and I shut my eyes. Images of Donald touching me race through my imagination, and I feel a little bad for that. I’m here to save my dad. I’m not here to fall in love. Not with a dragon. Not with Donald, especially.
Yet something about him being so close to me makes me want to just lean back and rub myself against him, the way a cat would rub against its favorite chair.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, and his breath is on my ear. He presses his lips to my ear, and then to my neck, and I don’t move. Then, a moment later, I feel his hands on my waist, and he pulls me back against him.
And I feel him.
All of him.
His cock is hard and long, and it presses against my bottom and my back.
“I think you have the most exquisite ass I’ve ever seen, Natalie. Is that what you wanted to hear me say?”
If I wasn’t wet before, I’m completely soaked now, to the point of feeling my own arousal dripping on my thighs. I’m not embarrassed, but I probably should be. I’m behaving like a wanton, but right now, this is exactly what I need.
For this one moment, I’m not thinking about anything except his hands on my body.
“Yes,” I whisper. “That’s what I wanted to hear you say.”
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Natalie.”
“So…so are you, Donald.”
“I shouldn’t be touching you.”
“It’s okay,” I whisper, sucking up every ounce of courage I possess. “I like it when you touch me.”
“Is that right? Do you like it when I touch you here?” He strokes his fingers up and down my sides.
“Yes.”
“And how about here?” His fingers move higher, to the edges of my breasts.
“Yes.”
“What about here, baby?” He moves his hands to my front and cups my breasts. I groan, leaning my head back against his chest. Now I do wiggle against him. I don’t know if I look like a cat, but I fucking feel like one: wild and free and taking what I need.
He chuckles.
“Ah, yes, I think you like that one.”
“I like it more than I should,” I whisper. “I shouldn’t let you touch me like this.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s wrong.”
“Who says it’s wrong, baby?”
“You’re older than me.”
“You’re old enough to make your own choices about that, Natalie.”
“You don’t mind that I’m less experienced than you?”
“I can teach you everything you need to know.”
“What can you teach me?” I whisper, breathless. He pinches my nipples between his fingers, twirling them.
