“If you don’t answer me, this stops,” I said. Her eyes widened but she kept thrusting her hips forward. “Are you listening to me?” I asked. She nodded. “Words, Princess.”
“Yes, Shane,” she whimpered.
“Are you a little slut?” I asked.
“I-I—,” she stuttered and looked at me with panicked eyes. Even through the haze of euphoria she was experiencing I could see the shame flash in her eyes.
“None of that,” I said as I kissed the inside of her thigh. “You don’t ever have to be ashamed with me. Never that. You hear me?” I asked.
“Yes,” she breathed as she nodded.
“Good girl,” I murmured. I stared into her eyes as I continued to f**k her with my fingers. Her n*****s were hardened peaks that pushed against the thin fabric of her poor excuse of a dress. “Now answer me before I get mad,” I grow
