"At this point, I'll be grateful for your pieces."
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Jessica Franklin is at her wit ends, literally. With two sisters depending on her and a mountain of debts on her neck, she needs a way out before she breaks down...
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One hand wraps around my waist, and he presses me against his rock-hard body, crashing his lips onto mine. A gasp escapes my lips as I eagerly kiss him back, craving more intimate contact. It's intense, unlike any kisses I've experienced before, causing my brain to melt and my insides to scorch, my desire pooling between my legs. I hold onto his neck, digging my fingers into his skin, kissing him passionately.
Our bodies pressed tightly together, Devon carries me to the bed while keeping our lips locked. I moan as his fingers brush past my breasts, already hard and sensitive. He senses my pleasure and cups his hands around them, sending waves of pleasure through me. He runs his fingers under my breasts, feeling them through the fabric, and I moan, arching my back against his touch, wanting more.
A deep groan escapes his lips, his body glistening with sweat. He begins to pull up the straps of my nightgown, but I take over, pulling it down to my waist and climbing on top of him. This surprises Devon, but he quickly looks pleased, desire darkening his gaze. Straddling him, I let him explore every inch of my body, his large hands cupping and kneading my breasts while he presses kisses around them, teasing my aching body.
Letting out a frustrated breath, I bury my fingers into his hair, guiding his head down to my body. My other hand runs across his hard body, feeling it tremble under my touch. Unable to resist, I start grinding my thighs against him, feeling his hardened arousal between my legs as his hands explore my body, touching and gripping wherever they can. My arousal soaks through my panties, and I'm flushed with lust. This is a side of me I've never experienced before.
Devon, too caught up in the moment, pushes his hips against me a bit too forcefully, and suddenly, I freeze. Flashbacks of past experiences flood my mind, triggering a wave of rigid fear that crashes down on me. When Devon touches me, I flinch away as if I've been burned, feeling an icy coldness creeping through my body.
"Sorry," I say, my voice unsteady. I try to pull away from him, but he holds me down, his breath hot against my skin. I wrap my hands around his neck, taking shuddering breaths, my fingertips tingling.
"What's wrong?" he asks, his voice surprisingly gentle. I bite my lips, closing my eyes, struggling to find the right words.
"It's nothing. It's just..." I trail off, taking a deep breath. In a quiet voice, I add, "I had flashbacks. I'm sorry about that," my bitterness seeping into my words. His eyes widen in understanding, and he kisses my forehead, offering some reassurance.
Although he's still trembling, his body glistening with sweat and his arousal still firm against me, he tells me it's okay, gently patting my back while holding me tight. I shake my head, burying my face against his chest.
"No, it's not," I mutter, my voice trembling with emotions choking me up. "I really wanted to..." I begin but cut myself off, sighing in frustration. The one time I truly desire something, my mind won't let me.
