KYLER'S POV— 71

"Kyler," Isabelle's moans are disappearing into my mouth, and I can feel the hotness of her breath as she gasps for breath. My hands are burying into her hair and pulling her for more.

She taps my chest, slightly pulling away, "Kyler," she calls against my lips, and I pull back, opening my eyes.

"What?" I ask breathlessly.

"The door— what if someone comes in, it's dangerous," she says, but I can't stop thinking about her and how to rip the dress she's wearing, it's thick, and it's difficult for me to get full access to her skin. I need her skin against mine, I need to feel the softness of her skin and touch it cause it's mine, I want to make her feel so good. "Are you listening?" She asks, and I raise my brows, looking up at her, and I notice her dress is actually too thick for me to slip my hands under her. I can't even feel the softness and tenderness of her thighs.

"Why are you wearing this?" I ask, instead. I didn't mean to, but now it left my lips, and I won't be backing out.

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