Diana's POV
Donald did not even bother to get me to straighten my skirt. He caught me by the wrist and pushed me out the door as my heels continued to stumble over that dense hotel flooring. He tossed me to the king-size bed and a moment later, the white silk felt cool on my hot body. There I was, stretched in and out, and watched him take off his shirt. His chest and his arms were hewn, and he reminded me of a strict lecturer he was—something that upset my stomach.
"On your back," he yelled. "Now!”
I did what he told me. Then he jumped to the bed, under my legs, and pulled my ankles till his knees were nearly touching my ears. Red and swollen with the fast f**k of my p***y. He didn’t get in yet. Rather, he leaned over and subdued his face in my legs.
"Donald! Oh gosh!" I shot out a sc
