Stefano
Oh f**k.
I release my hand from Corey’s mouth to see her face. She turns away from me, shoving her knuckles between her teeth. She’s crying. Or trying not to.
Fuck, f**k, f**k. I was so sure she wanted it. Her body responded like I was its master. She never said no, never pushed me away.
My cockstand drops to nothing. I don’t get off on r**e. At all.
I quickly pull her up to sit, tugging her panties back into place. “Cazzo, Corey.” I search her face, trying to decipher the tears. Was it just too much? Sometimes chicks cry after o****m, especially a big one. Or did she feel forced?
I f*****g hope not.
“Are you—” I don’t even know what I’m going to say, but she thumps me on my chest with her bound hands.
“Stop looking at me, Stefano.”
Relief washes over me. She’s okay. I can
