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Finals Frenzy 2

... mine. My eyes flicked towards his lips, just for a moment, before I regained some composure. 'No, I shouldn’t do this.' I thought, but the wanton desires inside my body were growing, were taking over, and soon could not be denied. Why this need? Why did I want to get fucked by this guy so bad? “Yes, but I also ended things,” I said with feigned confidence. Did he sense my nervousness? Could he smell how wet he made me? It was unnatural how much I wanted him in that study room, how much I still wanted him. I wanted him far more than I could get myself to admit. And, there was a part of me that was still horrified that I had purposely seduced and got my brains fucked out by a complete stranger. That was the real reason I couldn’t bear to bring myself to see him the day after. I stepped back, breaking away from his spell, fighting against myself despite knowing that this was a losing battle. I tried to continue with my laundry and turned my back to him. I leaned forward, against the washing machine feeling the hum and vibrations throughout my body. “I’ll tell people how much of a slut you are,” Ben growled, pressing himself behind me, pushing me harder up against the laundry machine. “Are you trying to blackmail me?” I hissed, trying to ignore the bulge in his pants that was throbbing into my backside. “I prefer the term persuade,” he whispered. I bit my tongue, my eyes narrowing, at the childish thing he was trying to do. “So let me get this straight, you will tell people how ...

... much of a slut I am or else,” I mockingly said, raising my eyebrow. There was a rippling undercurrent of anger underneath each of my words. My long straight black hair had become undone and was fanning over my face as I remain pinned to the humming machine. “No girl just fucks some guy she just met,” he replied. His voice was steady and strong, and laced with vengeance and a hint of contempt. “It will be your word against mine. People won’t believe you. For god’s sake! People still think I’m a virgin,” I argued, throwing my head back and smacking it into his. The head contact reverberated across the dimly lit room in time with Ben’s yelp of surprise. I managed to wiggle out of his grasp, but he quickly flipped me around, placing me flat on my back on the laundry machine. I looked up at him, breathing hard, my wrists pinned to my sides. Ben’s thigh etched itself between my legs creating an aching, undeniable throb inside my groin. My hard nipples poked through the thin material of my top. We were both breathing heavily. Ben’s face was in a snarl, inches from mine. It should have been scary and intimidating, but it didn’t affect what I was feeling. I couldn’t suppress it. I couldn’t hide it any longer. I wanted him. I needed him. All he had to do was persuade me and here I was, panting like a cat in heat. The tension, the fight, the hot blood, the raw power in his eyes turned me on like crazy. I bit my bottom lip, grazing my teeth across, before licking it provocatively. His ...