Chapter ７

Paul pulls my hair and twists my head back, locking my eyes on his. He's panting and pursing his lips. "Stand," he says. I reluctantly release his cock and get up.

In a second, he's on me, pressing his body against mine. He presses me against the wall, holding my left breast and buttock. I toss my head back, and he nibbles my neck and lips. We kiss recklessly, my hands on his collar.

Trembling, I start unbuttoning his shirt. Once the final button is undone, I move my hands from his stomach to his chest, feeling every hill and ridge of his muscles. From his nicely sculpted abs to his arm muscles, everything about him appears flawless. 

As I take his shirt off, he grabs me by the hips and turns me around. I put my hands on the wall and face it, feeling more vulnerable than ever.