He carried me to his bed and threw me down, not gently, just released me so I bounced slightly on the mattress with a gasp that was half surprise, half want, and just a tiny bit of how kinky it feels.
I looked up at him standing over me. His chest was rising and falling with hard breaths, and his eyes so dark they were almost black, looking at me like I was something he was about to devour completely.
His d**k was straining against his sweatpants, very thick, and the outline was very obvious, and I could see a wet spot forming where the tip pressed against the fabric.
"We don't have much time," he said, and his voice was rough and strained like he was barely holding himself together. "They are downstairs."
The reminder should have cooled me down, should have made me remember where we w
