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Ripping my lips from hers, I kiss down her neck, nibbling at her soft, warm skin. She damn near purrs beneath me, giving me all the encouragement I need.
"Bexley."
My name falling from her lips as nothing more than a whimper makes my cock weep for her, for the escape she can provide me with.
Climbing over her, I part Mia’s knees and settle between her legs. My hands land on her soft skin and I skim my palms up her thighs, taking her skirt with me.
Dragging my lips from her skin, I sit up and take her in. "You're so beautiful," I breathe, and even in the darkness, I see her cheeks flush.
Her lips part to argue, I can see it in her eyes, but I press my finger to her lips. "That wasn't a line, Mia. It was the truth."
"But I—"
Dropping over her, I take her lips once again in a bruising kiss as I wrap her bare legs around my waist, ensuring my solid length rubs against her lace-covered pussy.
Her hands disappear under my shirt again, my skin erupting in goose bumps as she runs her nails over me.
"Bexley, I need… I need you."
Pushing up, I place my hand in the dirt beside her head and stare down into her heated hazel eyes. They're sparkling with excitement, her cheeks still pink and her parted lips swollen from my kiss.
“Bexley, please,” she begs, grinding herself against me.
“Fuck,” I growl, finding her lips again, and my hand slips up her body until I squeeze her breast through the fabric of her dress and bra.
A moan vibrates up her throat as she arches her back for me.
Unable to resist, my hand descends once more, over her smooth stomach until I find the fabric of her skirt around her waist.
Her entire body trembles when my fingers gently run over her pussy. Her panties are soaked, showing me just how desperate for this she is.
Slipping the lace to one side, I push one finger inside her. She’s so wet, so fucking tight.
“Oh God,” Mia whimpers, her back arching once more as I thrust deeper. “Bexley.” She throws her head back in pleasure as I rub at her walls, forcing me to stop kissing her.
I sit up and run my eyes down her body, focusing on where I’m touching her—not that I can see anything behind the fabric of her skirt, but I know, and it drives me fucking crazy.
Her moan of pleasure forces me to look back up at her once again, and when I do, I find her wild eyes staring up at me and realization slams into me.
I can’t do this.
I glance up briefly when some noise from the party in the distance filters down to me, and it's like someone's thrown a bucket of ice water over me.
"I-I'm sorry."
"W-what?" Her voice is no more than a whisper where she's so lost to her desire.
“Y-you’re drunk. I can’t do this.”
“I’m not that drunk. Bexley, please,” she begs, but it’s too late.
I pull my finger from her body and jump up. My chest heaves, my cock straining behind my jeans as I stare at her, the desire covering her face vanishing, quickly replaced by a myriad of emotions that make my chest ache. I didn’t mean to hurt her.
“I’m sorry,” I choke out.
“Fuck you, Bexley.” She scrambles to smooth her skirt back down. “Fuck you.”
Before I even have time to think up a response, Mia jumps up and takes off running into the trees, vanishing into the darkness.
