“Do you want me to stop?”
I swallowed, but shook my head no.
With her sticky-stained hands, she unzipped my pants, and pulled them down towards my ankles. I thought of the mess we´d made, and wondered how much of it I would be able to get out later. As if reading my thoughts, Missy looked at me, and then gave me a little slap across the face. Not nearly as hard as before. Just hard enough to get my attention, remind me who was boss.
“Stop that. Don´t think about that right now,” she instructed. “Stay with me.”
5425 words (MF, MFF)
Cover art by Emilee Lord
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