WILD DESIRE
licia khelanie
“Yes, I am Dom. Your dom.” Did he say that last part or I imagined it?
Letting out a shaky breath, I slid away from his lap.
The front of my panties, scraped against his lap slowly as I slid from him and his light grey eyes darkened.
I had no idea my pussy was so drenched that it left a mark on his pants.
Jesus! Who is this man and what has he done to me?
Soon I was seated beside him, his thighs pressing close to mine as we both drank. Electricity kept shooting tingles up my legs and I felt light-headed.
He was silent and I suddenly felt nervous like I needed to speak to this deliciously fair man that sat brooding.
Clearing my throat, I tapped his leg—unconsciously on the spot my pussy left—and he looked up, smirking at me.
My mouth went dry immediately.
“Is there something you want?” he asked.
“Uh…No, I mean yes. Is this normal for you?”
His handsome features morphed into a frown, “Having a girl leave a wet spot on my pants or taking wine in a bar?”
I just discovered that my poor, useless, and filthy father who died a month ago left me a luxurious Cabin in Bakersfield.
HOW!?
Wish I insisted on that question.
I shouldn’t have taken the plunge and moved into that house, but I am a broke, poor virgin and will soon be homeless, so I did.
It might as well be the worst or best decision I have ever made because, in 12 hours, my life changed.
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