Scarlett
Alex squeezed my arse and slapped me hard, leaving my flesh burning up as he growled, “I think you’ve become too lazy to give me a good fight these days...” he bunched my dress up and flipped it around my waist, revealing my arsecheeks and a white thong I was wearing, keeping me with his hand at my nape.
“Let me go...” I grunted, trying to squirm away from beneath him just for the sake of it even when his rough touch stroked the flames of my desire.
He gave me a warning squeeze and said, “Can’t do that. You are mine.”
And then he pushed the flimsy fabric of my thong aside and thrust two fingers inside me without any preamble. I moaned. He groaned in response. “See, you are fûcking wet. The chase makes you so fûcking wet, ready for a hard fûck.”
“I am not.” I so was, I was pan
