Brenda
.
.
It happened so fast. One minute, I had that mocking smile on my lips. Next, his body pressed me down so hard I could barely fill my lungs with air. His chest felt like a formidable wall, his c**k still hot and damp against my ass.
His fingers dug into my hips, pinning me down to the desk like I could vanish.
And he wasn’t wrong—I could. I wanted to.
But my body didn’t want to. Rather it arched towards him, begging for him to raise my gown and push his c**k into me.
And I hated it. I hated how easy it was to picture it. To picture his c**k sliding into me, stretching and filling my wet hole. I hated how my p***y became wetter at the mere thought.
A knock and the door opened before we could even dream of moving.
“Mr. Monroe.” The man’s voice filled the space.
Tommy’s bo
