Lake
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked with his fingers around my throat.
No. No, I was not.
But I was sure about one thing, that I didn’t wanted to feel like a quivering mess with the desire he created in me for the rest of my life. I wanted to expel the mounting desire burning inside me.
He stepped closer, his hard length cradling at the juncture of my thighs, pressed into my panty covered pûssy. “I asked you something, Little Scàr. Tell me, if this is what you want?” His fingers left my throat and trailed down the column of my neck, caressing my collarbone as they came to a teasing stop where my bra covered my brèásts.
“What if I do?” I asked, my lungs not functioning like they should as I felt out of breath.
His fingers slipped inside my bra and I stiffened as he grab
