My heart wouldn’t stop racing. It pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat and hear it in my ears.
My mind was screaming, begging me to think straight. I’m not a whōre, and definitely not the kind of woman who sleeps around.
I don’t go from one c**k to another like it means nothing. Lucas was already more than enough for me, more than enough fire to set me ablaze.
But my thoughts were a mess, slipping from my grip just like my control had.
Just the mere thought of his fingers sliding into my wet hole, plunging deeper into the places Lucas had already explored… fück. I’m dripping.
Oh God, help me! What have I become?
I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t.
“Well… I’m waiting, prof,” David’s voice cut through the silence. “I need a response. My fingers are itchy, they’re a bit impatient.
