Bentley
She doesn’t say yes or no, but I can see how much she’s struggling on her face. I’m such a selfish, stupid prick for having to put a woman through this, but the need for her is burning me.
My skin tingles when her hands cradle the side of my face, like she’s indirectly saying yes. I know she’ll say yes to me, and I’m taking advantage of that, but I don’t even care. Just this once.
I slip my hand under her neck, enough to tilt her head and kiss her lips. I skillfully slide my tongue into her parted lips, and the sound she makes makes my d**k throb so hard it feels like it’s going to explode, but I don’t stop. Instead, I kiss her even harder. It’s not aggressive, it’s not rough— it’s gentle and slow and feels more like torture, but I like this torture. I don’t care that my body is
