Crushed ♥ 5

was doing. His hands were fiddling with the buttons of my shirt, What are you do— Be quiet, bitch. Joe covered my mouth with his hand as he undid the last button of my shirt and began moving his hands up to my chest. He removed my hand when he knew I wouldnt scream and his lips crashed into mine. It was a rough kiss, full of anger and craze. He tasted like honey and rum. Was he seriously drinking at 10 in the morning? I felt his hand press onto the small of my back to push my body closer to ...



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