*
*
He grabbed the back of her hair and tilted her head back right before he slammed his lips onto
hers once more, his tongue pushing inside
to play with her own, effectively silencing anything else Faith was going to say.
She was surrounded by his taste and the feel of him, each stroke of his tongue was distractive, Faith knew he was doing it on purpose, but still, it was working.
Despite being so angry with him, Faith still found herself becoming aroused and parting her lips to allow him more access.
Sterling knew the moment her resistance started to weaken, the moment she even started to kiss him back.
As enraged as he was with her, his manhood was fully strained with arousal.
And he needed the release.
He needed to hear her begging for it until her voice
