Paying for pizza-3

He rubbed her bottom where he smacked her, and it made the hot welt on her ass feel better.

“Please,” Marley said.

And then she was crying, big salty tears rolling down her cheeks. She felt humiliated. Her father had brought a house cleaner to tears one time by simply inspecting her work. Marley had been seven years old and she promised herself she would never cry that way in front of a man. Her father stopped his tirade and paid the woman, but Marley could see he was disappointed with her emotional outburst. She never returned to clean their house again.

The pizza delivery man named Chet slipped his penis from her.

Marley rolled onto her back, using the back of her hand to dry her tears. Chet put his palm against her cheek and whispered comforting words into the quiet, but Marley shushed him. She didn’t want his comfort. Didn’t want her tears. She opened her legs and motioned with her hands for him to mount her. She wrapped her legs around his strong hips, pulled his big head near her face. She whispered into his ear, “I am.”