Nicole Harper
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My fingers trembled as they found my c**t. I was soaked, embarrassingly so, and the moment my fingertips brushed my swollen c**t, a sharp gasp escaped me.
Tristan’s eyes darkened further, his gaze locked on every movement I made. He stood only a foot away, his arms crossed over his chest, watching me like a predator studying its prey. But he looked so f*****g hot watching me trying to get myself off.
“Go on,” he prompted, his voice low and commanding. “Rub that pretty p***y for me.”
Heat flooded my face. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and impossibly turned on. My back was still pressed against the library door, the risk of someone walking in only heightening everything. I circled my c**t slowly at first, biting my lip to stifle a moan.
“Faster,” Tristan ordered. “Don’t
