CHAPTER 57
RIPPER POINT OF VIEW
She stared at me wide-eyed; she looked quite nervous that I'd disagree with her. Her chest heaved slightly with each breath. Maybe this isn't right—taking advantage of someone in their weakest state.
But since last night, when she let me into that honey pot, I haven't stopped thinking about her. I know she let me f**k her the last time; I didn't ask for it. Perhaps if she never begged for it, I wouldn't have gotten the opportunity to f**k her silly last night.
Even if I wanted to decline, how would I sleep tonight?
The image of her beneath me, moaning and obeying my commands while also writhing in pleasure, wouldn't stop replaying in my mind over and over again. I want to take another journey there and see if it still tastes the same.
I know the timing
