Chapter Eighty-Eight: As If

"Wait-"

I don't know why 'wait’ is the first word that comes out of my mouth; it should be ‘no’ or ‘stop’, but I can't reach for those words. What if he really stops?

Delicious goosebumps rush up my skin, forcing a shuddered breath to escape me.

His hand squeezing my breasts seems to deny me of my sanity, so rather than speak, I pry his hands off my body—rather, I try to.

I can feel his hot breath against my neck; he is so tall that he needs to hunch his back just to fit his face on my neck.

"Mat- ah!"

Trying to whisper his name is futile, especially when chilly thrillies throb my clit when he rocks his length into my ass.

On instinct, my sex twitches in anticipation of him plunging inside me as if the memory of his cock is etched in my body.

My toes curl involuntarily when he once again rocks into me, fully clothed.

I bite my lip, imagining how my sex would stretch to fit him, how fast he would move and how his weight would pin me to the sink, leaving me helpless and at his mercy.

I’