Diana's POV
There was just the streetlight and a heavy breath rush as we journeyed to the hotel. Donald had his hand on my thigh throughout the ride, and his fingers pierced my skin as if he was afraid I was going to disappear. My p***y had not come out of my dress, yet my swollen lips were leaking more at the friction of my skirt… right on my p***y. We didn’t talk. We didn’t need to do that yet. Horny cravings just filled the air in the car that words could not completely say.
The moment he swiped the key card, the door banged behind him and there was silence. Donald seized me, whipped me around and pushed me against the door. He didn’t wait for a kiss. He bumped into my neck, biting and sucking at my soft skin until I let out a shrill scream. His hands were all over, tearing my dress.
