Chapter 17

MARK

I was right in the middle of a tsunami with sharks all around me and alligators on the shore waiting for the incident of my escape from the brewing storm.

THERE WERE VERY LITTLE CHANCES OF ESCAPE.

Very little.

It had been so long since I had a good nut, and my body was reaching out to the lady before me with an invisible thread that was just strong enough to keep me in charge of my consciousness and too weak to hold my desires together.

I just wanted to bend her over the foot of the bed and beat that shit from behind until she creamed all over my dick and begged for mercy.

But judging from her stance, she didn't seem like one to beg. And getting support from her was the last thing I needed.

"Leave my room," I said, not strong enough to even convince myself that I actually wanted her to leave. And she must have heard the indecisiveness in my voice and seen the visible evidence of excitement shamelessly jutting before me like a forerunner.

"You don't sound too sure, Mark," she said