Paying for pizza-3

When she recovered, she found him kneeling next to her grinning and pulling pubic hair from his teeth.

“That was amazing,” Marley said.

He put his palm on her sweaty temple and gazed into her eyes. His thumb rubbed her eyebrow. Marley felt something throb in her chest and she nuzzled his hand. He petted her short hair, then took a handful of it in his fist and squeezed.

It stung and Marley had to close one of her eyes.

“Oh, we’re not done yet,” he said, giving her head a little shake. “I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to use that hot little pussy of yours.”

Marley felt a pulse of forbidden desire race through her chest again. He let go of her hair and took her chin in his hand. He looked deep into her eyes but she couldn’t hold his gaze. She hadn’t intended to fuck him, but she didn’t see how she could deny him now. She’d agreed to have sex with him. She’d only done it to save her little b*****r’s party. She’d only done it to meet her father’s high expectations. But the fact is . . . she’d done it.