Chapter 2
He stayed buried deep inside me. I could feel every inch of him. Thick. Hard. Stretching me open. My hands slipped on the sink. The mirror showed my flushed face and his dark eyes watching me.
“f**k,” he breathed against my neck. “You’re tight.”
I couldn’t answer. His hand came up and covered my mouth. Firm but not rough. He started moving. Slow at first. Pulling almost all the way out then sliding back in until his hips met mine. The sink creaked. I bit down on his palm to stay quiet.
“That’s it,” he said. “Take it.”
He picked up speed. Harder thrusts. Each one pushed me forward against the cold sink. My skirt was bunched around my waist. My underwear hung around one ankle. The wet sound of him f*****g me filled the small space. I was still so wet from his fingers earlier t
