Chapter 138. Too Hard To Resist

I feel his tough hand slide up my left thigh, passing my hip and gripping my waist tenderly as I move my right leg over his legs to sit on his laps.

My back arches, my stomach leans forward to press into his abdomen, and I don’t know when I start rocking the bulge sticking out on his crouch.

Blank worships my body with his hands, slowly sliding them from my thighs to my breasts, and then back down to my thighs occasionally.

“Stop making it harder for me to resist you, Nectar,” he moans helplessly and breathlessly into my mouth.

I respond with the same energy. “Fuck resistance.”

His phone dings once from his pocket. We ignore it. It rings once. We ignore it. However, when it begins ringing for the second time, Blank ruins the moment without my control.

“Can’t you leave