My whole body jolted like someone plugged me into an electric socket
I couldn’t speak
I couldn’t move
I just stared at him with wide eyes and parted lips while my chest rose and fell too fast, way too fast, like my lungs forgot how to work
Because I swear I felt it
Felt that sentence touch me
Right. On. My. n****e.
My clit pulsed like it heard him too
It was throbbing
I was throbbing
Every inch of me was tight and desperate and screaming please please yes please take them please bite them please ruin me Daddy please
But I didn’t say it
I didn’t even breathe it
I just looked at him
Tension At Its Peak
**Lyra**
I pretended to be shocked
Played dumb
Because I wanted him to snap
I wanted him to lose it
I wanted to push him to that line and make him cross it
So I leaned back
Let my spine press harder into the tree trunk
Tilted my head like I didn’t know what he meant
“Do what,”
I whispered, voice all sweet and breathy like I was the most innocent little thing on the planet
He stepped closer
So f*****g close
I could feel his heat now
Feel his chest almost brushing mine
Feel the air shift between us with tension and lust and things no girl my age should be thinking about this hard
His breath hitched
I saw his jaw clench
I saw his eyes flick down again
Straight to my t**s
Which I was absolutely still squeezing together because f**k it I wanted him to look
I wanted to drown him in it
I wanted to watch him struggle
His hand twitched at his side like it wanted to move
Like it wanted to grab
His nostrils flared
His tongue swept over his bottom/lip like he could already taste me
And then he whispered it
This soft little growl that made my knees buckle
“Your t**s, Lyra.”
Tension At Its Peak
God help me
I almost came just hearing him say it
“I can see them through your dress,” he said, and his voice was tight now, strained, like he was holding back something vicious.
“And you know that. You f*****g know that.”
I gasped
Actually gasped
Because it wasn’t just the words
It was the way his voice cracked at the edges
Like he wanted to yell
Or moan
Or drop to his knees and suck them just to shut me up
“You’re not wearing a bra,” he added, like he needed to say it out loud, like it was driving him insane
My eyes fluttered
I let out the tiniest moan
And that was it
His control started to slip
He took another step
His chest brushed mine
His hand rose
Almost touched me
Almost cupped my breast right through the wet fabric
But he stopped
He pulled back
Shook his head
Like he was trying to remember who he was
Like he was seconds away from f*****g me under this tree and he knew it
“Lyra,” he said again, rough this time, almost pleading, “don’t play with me.”
My thighs clenched
I could feel my g-string soaking now
I could feel slick leaking down the inside of my leg
I was a mess
And he hadn’t even touched me yet
“What if I’m not playing,”
I whispered
Teens At 11 Pesk
I don’t know why I said it
I don’t know where it came from
But once it was out there I couldn’t take it back
And his eyes
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.