“You’re clenching,” he muttered. “Like you’re about to come already. From what? My voice? My fingers? Or just from knowing you’re not in control anymore?” She shivered, thighs trembling as she tried not to fall apart right there. He withdrew suddenly, leaving her empty, aching. You whimpered before you could stop yourself. His laugh was low and dark. “Knew it. You’re that kind of girl. Looking for a daddy in uniform to wreck you, huh?”
“Shh. You wouldn’t want anyone outside to hear how much of a slut you are, would you?” My eyes rolled back as he thrust—hard, fast, brutal. Every drag of his hips punished me, every slap of skin echoed in the room that no longer felt like mine. It was his now. I was his now.
" Was I fucking you that much good that you're moaning like a sl-" I quickly put my palm onto his lips before he could say anything. He bite on my hand as I hissed and said " There is nothing like that i-" " Seriously!? But your wetness on your panties tells me a different story!! " He put his hand under my skirt and caress my wet pussy. I felt my legs wobbled but before I could fall he took me in his arms. " Abhi toh meine kuch kiya nahi! " And looked into my eyes " Socho jab kuch karunga toh kya haal hoga tumhare pairo ka!! "
