Melissa
I watch him as he slips the crystal into his jacket pocket, and my heart swells.
He likes it. He really likes it.
And my body really likes him.
My skin is shivery and sensitive, my belly a knot of butterflies as he heads over with the case in his hands. It pains me that he believes I’m here for money, but that doesn’t seem to bother him, doesn’t stop his eyes burning into mine as he climbs up onto the bed beside me.
I inch towards him, desperate for contact, and he runs his fingers down my ribs. They tickle my belly on their way between my thighs. I open wide for him.
“Are you sore?”
“Not too much.” I flinch as he slides two fingers inside. “I think that sweet little cunt’s had enough this evening.” The disappointment pangs. “But I’m fine…” I insist.
He dangles a string of
