"NOW! Answer me." He pushes high and grinds firmly, a sweat breaking out across his brow.
"Babe. Don't think to hold out on me." He warns.
His words hit me like a lightning bolt.
'What? Hold out?'
Hello! Is he's tried to force a love confession out of me by making love with me?
F*CK!!!
I still remember last Saturday when he rammed into me repeatedly, demanding I to say it.
So I thought he was only looking for reassurance so that I wasn't leaving.
But what I've has guessed, totally was wrong.
Hey, how did he even know that?
Just then there's another perfect grind move from him and my internal muscles start to spasm, tremors inching their way into the epicentre of my nerve endings. My legs got stiffen instantly.
"How... how did you know?" I cry, throwing my head back in despair, both mentally and physically.
