MY BREATH was caught up when Tyron pinned me down to his bed with my back against his chest.
“Let me hear you moan for me again, angel,” bulong nito sa aking tenga saka hinagilap ang aking mga kamay.
Using a necktie, he wrapped it around my wrist and tied them into the headboard. Napalunok ako habang ang aking dibdib ay malakas na tinatambol ng kakaibang kaba at pagkasabik.
“T-Tyron,” anas ko.
But he silenced me with one of his callous scorching finger.
“Trust me, mate, you’ll enjoy this.”
Hinagkan niya ang aking punong tenga na aking ikinakagat-labi.
Tyron’s hands steadied my shoulders, massage my tensed muscles and then gave hot pecks on them. Napapikit ako dahil sa kiliti at mumunting apoy na tila bumubuhay sa aking dugo dulot niyon.
“I’ll make you feel good, Christine,” he ho
