ILIANA'S POV
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"We," kiss, "Have," kiss, "To," kiss, "Stop," kiss. My lungs are seizing as I ignore the words he so desperately bites out. My hips rock over his, and the sweet sensation bubbling in between my legs as I rock against his very hard and very thick c**k. His shorts are strained, and yet he claims wanting to stop kissing me, but the grip on my ass says otherwise. I sigh as his hands drag up my hips, and he grabs my shoulders, pushing me back. "I'm serious," His eyes flick between mine, his lips swollen and raw.
I gulp, rolling my eyes as I slide toward his side, but my body jerks back up on his lap, his hands holding my hips with a grip to tight that not even the strongest person could rip me out of his grasp. "Did you just roll your f*****g eyes at me?" he asks with the utm
