"Kiss me," He said.
I forced my lips against his making moan. I shoved my tongue inside his mouth, circling his mouth our lips move in sync hungrily. I wanted him but I know this isn't right.
He pulled away.
"Take off my shirt," It was as if I was hypnotised with a cheeky smile I lifted his shirt above his head. Before leaning in to kiss him again.
"Whoa slow down there baby,"
"I want you Harry," I felt him flinch
"Say that again," he whispered softly into my ear.
"I want you Harry, I need you."
"Fuck Rebecca your good!"
"Take off your shorts," he demanded.
It was as if I woke up in an instant What the hell was I doing!
"No, No. This isn't right"
"Oh but it is," he smirked.
Pushing himself back onto me I reddened his cheek.
"Ooh I can your gonna be a fiesty one," he chuckled softly."
"No Harry go now!"
Yelling at the top of my lungs scared.
"No!"
"HARRY GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I HIT YOU WITH THE IRON!"
"An Iron really?" he scoffed.
"I know you want me, you can't help it. You just can't resist me can you Rebecca,"
"Harry get out." I warned.
"Fine your loss bitch," he cussed before heading out the door.
