Chapter 55 I Might Be Just Like Him

• We stayed that way for a few seconds, or even minutes, before he finally slid out. I felt the loss immediately, my pussy gaping because there was nothing hard in it anymore. I wanted to collapse into the mattress, to disappear into the sweat-damp sheets, but his hands were already on me. He didn't give me the chance to regret this like I knew I would have.
• He turned me over like I weighed nothing. My limbs were limp, heavy with shame and exhaustion, but he didn't let that stop him.
• His finger touched the centre of my chest, just below my throat. I knew it was likely red from how hard he had gripped me. It traced a slow, deliberate line down my sternum, between my breasts, over my trembling stomach.