Just like that.
Like he hadn’t touched me. Like he hadn’t just rubbed my c**t until I was shaking and soaked and seconds from cumming.
Like I wasn’t standing there panting, n*****s hard, thighs sticky, soaked all the way through my panties, my legs trembling from how bad I needed to be f****d.
Like I was supposed to just walk away.
Like I was supposed to fix my dress and get a drink and sit down and smile like my p***y wasn’t still throbbing from the heat of his fingers.
“Please,” I said, and I hated how my voice sounded..shaky and broken and too f*****g soft, like I’d already lost.
Like I was already defeated and dripping and begging just from those few cold words. I wasn’t supposed to care this much.
I wasn’t supposed to want him this badly. But I did. I cared so much it hurt,
