8
Penny
“That dirty motherfucker,” I said as I stomped off to my bedroom once I’d arrived back at my apartment. The cab driver had been in the mood for a conversation and…just no. It wasn’t going to happen that night, not after Pete f*****g Wilson had just dirty talked me to the point of being wetter than I had felt in years and then basically told me to go home, still sticky and shaking.
I could feel the wetness soaking my panties as I rode home in the cab, wishing the driver would be quiet. Now that I was in my room on my own finally, I paced like a tiger in a cage, wondering what on earth I was going to do. I had decided in the moment that I would let him have it and I would enjoy my first hate f**k. It was going to be phenomenal. The food had been great and so were the drinks and wh
