“You Sofia, truly have little to no idea what you are asking for” Carlos asserts, voice dripping with both lust and anger.
Picking me up by either side of my waist, he plants me on the nearest rock. The cold breeze hits my wet body making me tremble at how sensitive I have become to him.
I observe his face very keenly as his gaze roams over my breasts, then lowers down very slowly as if savoring the image in his head. My heart raced as he pushed apart my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh.
A small part of my brain reminds me of Anthony's words that I was undesirable yet this man before me, offers me no judgment, just an appreciative gaze.
“You are always dripping wet for me” He bit out, smirking. Heat scorched my cheeks.
“Always so f*****g needy” He dips his head in between my
