I pull my hand from her face and quickly put some distance between us, trying hard not to smirk from the pout formed on her lips. “You’re not you right now, Lincoln. You don’t know what you’re saying.” My heart is rapidly beating against my chest as I begin to feel the pulse of the air.
Her pout quickly turns to agitation as her body oozes out her scent, calling to me in the most primal way. “Look at me Connor,” she says opening her arms gesturing around the room. “I’m giving you permission to f**k me. Pluck my cherry. Bend me backwards. Have me beg for mercy. I need you to cooperate!”
I roll my eyes and turn to look out the window, completely frustrated at this situation. I would laugh at the absurdity that’s coming out of her mouth, and if she was in her right state of mind, I would d
