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Before I could decide, he stepped forward, his hands flattening on the table on either side of me, his face inches from mine. “Show me how good you can make yourself feel.” His focus was on my lips—the ones on my face. He was ogling, flirting with my pout, even if he wasn’t going to kiss me. “Show me how badly you want my fucking cock.”

All I could smell was him.

And it was that scent, his passionate presence that caused me to glide in. I was so wet; it was like he’d drenched me in lube.

“Fuck yes,” we both hissed at the same time.

It quickly became too much.

Not just the euphoria spreading through me, but also being under his watchful eye.

His gaze wasn’t a normal stare.

It was power.

Pleasure.

“Fuck yourself, Hannah.”

My neck fell back as his words collided into me, my hand beating between my legs. His mouth had already brought me so close; it wouldn’t take me long to return.

“Look at me, Hannah.” The sweetness of his breath breezed across my face. “Stare into my eyes while you fuck