Faye.

My voice faltered in his grip. He was commanding, and his voice sent shivers running down my spine. His lips found my neck; a soft moan escaped my lips.

The sound of my pounding heart shook the walls softly, and our gazes locked.

My cheek reddened, and I felt flutters in my belly. He didn't say a word; he just gripped me hard, his hands caressing my skin softly. The sensations he was creating were making me uneasy, and I was sure I was going to squirt.

“Fuck me…” I breathed, ...