I was confused—about to ask if the dress was too much when he spun me around in one swift motion and pressed my front against the mirror.
“Kayde—” I gasped, mortified as I realized what was happening. “There are staff right outside—”
“I don’t give a f**k,” he growled against my ear. Before I could say anything else, he yanked the dress up over my hips, shoved my panties aside, and thrust into me from behind in one hard stroke.
I bit my lip to stifle a cry, the mirror fogging instantly from my ragged breathing as he f****d me deep and fast, one hand gripping my hip while the other covered my mouth to muffle my moans.
I was mortified, cheeks burning, terrified the staff could hear every wet slap of skin and my barely-contained whimpers. But my body betrayed me, meeting his thrusts halfw
