"What the hell were you doing in here, screaming my name like that?" His voice dropped lower, rougher, laced with something dangerous that sent a shiver straight to my throbbing c**t. He stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind him with a thud that echoed my doom. The room shrank, the air thick with the scent of my own arousal hanging heavy.
I swallowed hard, my thighs slick and sticky from how hard I'd fingered myself, imagining his huge d**k stretching me open. "I... I didn't mean... it was just..." Words tumbled out uselessly, my face burning as I peeked over the blanket. His gaze raked over me, predatory, like he could smell the c*m on my fingers.
He crossed the room in two strides, yanking the blanket away before I could react. Cool air hit my n***d skin, my swollen n*****s hard
