CARLA
"I want to f**k you, Carla Jason."
Hearing him repeat it was torturing and very much unnerving. My throat was getting dry from how much I was gulping. I felt my limbs shaking and my legs trembling as his body brushed against my thighs.
His eyes were cold. No trace of emotions. No ounce of softness. He was, right now, a plain, cold jerk.
"I don't understand…" I finally found my voice, but it wasn't as bold as it should be.
He scoffed, biting his lower lips, accentuating his charming but cold, jerkish looks.
"You don't know what 'f**k' is?" His broad hand grazed my thighs.
I flinched, biting down the sudden moan.
"Fine. I'll explain it to you." He leaned forward. "You know, when a guy takes out his c**k and sends it inside the p***y of a girl. And she's yelling her head off w
