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Holy
shit
.
I
could
spontaneously
combust
from
his
look
alone
.
“
Please
don
’
t
hit
me
,
”
I
whisper
,
pleading
.
His
brow
furrows
,
his
eyes
widening
.
He
blinks
twice
.
“
I
don
’
t
want
you
to
spank
me
,
not
here
,
not
now
.
Please
don
’
t
.
”
His
mouth
drops
open
in
surprise
,
and
beyond
brave
,
I
tentatively
reach
up
and
run
my
fingers
down
his
cheek
,
along
the
edge
of
his
sideburn
,
to
the
stubble
on
his
chin
.
It
’
s
a
curious
mixture
of
soft
and
prickly
.
Slowly
closing
his
eyes
,
he
leans
his
face
into
my
touch
,
and
his
breath
hitches
in
his
throat
.
Reaching
up
with
my
other
hand
,
I
run
my
fingers
into
his
hair
.
I
love
his
hair
.
His
soft
moan
is
barely
audible
,
and
when
he
opens
his
eyes
,
his
look
is
wary
,
like
he
doesn
’
t
understand
what
I
’
m
doing
.
Stepping
forward
so
I
am
flush
against
him
,
I
pull
gently
on
his
hair
,
bringing
his
mouth
down
to
mine
,
and
I
kiss
him
,
forcing
my
tongue
between
his
lips
and
into
his
mouth
.
He
groans
,
and
his
arms
embrace
me
,
pulling
me
to
him
.
His
hands
find
their
way
into
my
hair
,
and
he
kisses
me
back
,
hard
and
possessive
.
His
tongue
and
my
tongue
twist
and
turn
together
,
consuming
each
other
.
He
tastes
divine
.
He
pulls
back
suddenly
,
our
collective
breathing
ragged
and
mingling
.
My
hands
drop
to
his
arms
,
and
he
glares
down
at
me
.
“
What
are
you
doing
to
me
?
”
he
whispers
,
confused
.
“
Kissing
you
.
”
