6: Good girl

The ride to his place was a blur. I didn’t recall our conversation before settling for our current destination. The car stopped, and he picked me up. My legs circled his waist, and my teeth sank into his neck, wanting more of his taste. He tasted like rich whiskey.

People’s voices rang out and faded around us. If I had paid any attention, I might have noticed the unusual setting of his house. We entered the elevator, and he still wouldn’t let me down, not that I wanted him to. Once the elevator slid open and we were alone in the hallway, he became feral. He dropped me to the floor, grabbed my wrists above my head, and pinned me to the wall.

I couldn’t protest when he shoved a hand into my panties and cupped my pussy. Until now, I didn’t know what I was missing. My back arched as a finger slipped into my folds. I was so slippery wet that the sound of his finger pushing in and out echoed through the walls. His lips covered mine to steal my moans and cries.

When he pulled back, it