“Not until I prove it,” I say. “Not until I make you see what you’re choosing to ignore.”
With a sweep of my heel, I take her legs out from under her. I cushion her fall to the stairs, but itknocks the wind from her lungs nonetheless.
But she’s breathless. Despite her words, her tone conveys longing. Need. Lust.
The lying little kiska just needs to be shown the truth.
I knock her legs apart. Her skirt rides up. She tries to push me back by the shoulders, but her shove isweak and my head is already delving between her thighs.
I push my face into her, licking her p***y over her panties.
I was right—she’s soaking f*****g wet.
“Isaak,” she moans. “Don’t… don’t…”
But she’s not even trying to push me away anymore. One hand is clutching the banister t
