"Marissa, you need to stop giving me that look. I will take you when it's time. And now it's time for dinner. Finish your meal baby." He had been teasing all night I was wet, so f*****g wet and horny and he was dragging this dinner thing too f*****g long.
I was definitely regretting my outfit. I should have worn my jeans. He was liking my dress too much as he kept on hiking it up and touching my bare thigh underneath the table, and in the car before we reached the restaurant.
Now he say that I need to finish my dinner?! I'm not even hungry. Well not for food anyway.
"But I'm not hungry." I was frustrated at him.
"Don't be a brat. Finish your meal little one." He whispered in my ear seductively with his sexy low voice. I was sighing, which made him smirked.
Fucking hell!
An hour lat
