Drenched Confessions: A collection of Steamy Stories
his breath was heavier
“Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him.
They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face.
“Are you a slut?”
I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths.
He nudged me, “Say it…”
“I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement.
Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”