TWIN MATES (REWRITTEN)

| J A C K S O N | I lay Chris on the bed and climb on top of her, pulling her hands over her head, gripping both of her wrists and pulling her knees apart. I watch as her face twist into a sour look. When she opens her mouth to fuss I devour her lips. Swiping my tongue against her bottom lips. She denies my entry. I...