Chapter Three
Helpless Surrender
After another silent, uncomfortable month, Brad approached Alyssa again. “Baby,” he said quietly, “I’ve been thinking…”
“Yes?” she wondered, arching one elegant eyebrow.
“Well…” He bit his lip. “I-I-I—” He took a breath and started again. “I’m just so horny, Alyssa,” he whispered desperately, red-faced.
She frowned. “So am I,” she replied gravely. “And yet still you deny me what I need.”
“I wonder if…” He licked his lips. “Well, you say you need more than I can give you—”
“Can you f**k me ten times in a row,” she interrupted sarcastically, “and leave me loose-lipped and dripping with c*m?”
Brad swallowed. “Look,” he tried again, “if I were to let you—let you…”
“To let me become a promiscuous c**k-teasing slut,” she wondered mildly, “one who just li
