Steamy Dreams
My dress rode up; his palm slid beneath, finding me bare with no panties, because I’d known, somewhere deep down that this was where the night would end.
“Tell him you’re in the bathroom,” he murmured, teeth grazing my ear. “Then come.”
I fumbled for my phone, thumbs shaking.
*Bathroom. Be right back.*
Michael took it, tossed it onto a chair. His belt buckled followed by the rasp of his zipper loud in the quiet.
He didn’t bother with finesse, he lifted my hips, spread me, and drove in his cock slamming into me. I bit my lip until I tasted blood to keep from crying out.