ISABELLA
My face burned so hot, I thought it was going to melt off. I looked back at Alexander and his filthy language, about to tell him to quit it, but the words didn't come out.
“What?” he whispered in a raspy voice, stepping closer and caressing my backside. “You don’t like being called a slut?”
“I–”
“You do,” he cut me off, grabbing my ass. “I’m sure if I go down there, I’ll find you dripping.”
“That’s a lie,” I whispered, but my voice held no power.
“Hmm. Now lie down and let’s get to work.”
I held his eyes for a few seconds before I did as he said, lying on my stomach, and my face was so close to Leonardo’s d**k.
“There’s a good girl,” Alexander whispered as he caressed my waist, his fingers trailing over my skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Now, start sucking.”
