DEMETRIA
We entered an office in the corner. Marion turned my back to the door and started kissing me again. Our tongues are fighting to take control of the kiss. I'm wet already.
“Let me enjoy you at this moment. You can go back to hating me tomorrow morning. Can I?” He asked, his voice hoarse and raspy.
“You're asking me as if I have a choice; we're already in a room. It's too late to turn back, don't you think?” I shot back, smirking.
“I’m glad you're starting to see how this works. I promise you'll be on cloud nine, though. Don't worry, you'll enjoy this.” He chuckles, slowly.
“You're talking too much, get to work”. I taunt him.
He growled, carrying me to the desk, clearing the top of it to lay me down.
“Up”. He commanded authoritatively.
A shiver shot up my spine. Licking my
