Mr. Black carried me across the room. I heard a door opening and closing. My eyes were too tired to even open that I just hung on to Mr. Black’s grip for support.
Suddenly, I felt my body being slowly laid down on a soft cushion. I slightly moved and noticed that I am in a bed. I can smell a manly scent on the sheets as Mr. Black fixed me so my head would be on the pillow.
He started kissing me on the lips once more. This time, it’s gentler than the rough kisses we shared against the wall. His lips brushed mine so slowly and lightly that it made me pull his face closer to mine to have a better taste of his cherry red lips.
“Baby, you’re tired…” Mr. Black’s voice seemed strained as I deepened the kiss.
I shook my head and pulled him even closer. With my fingers, I traced his jawline
