I was made for this
He puts his finger onto my lips and pries his way inside my mouth. I lick his finger, sucking on it with my eyes wide and staring into his. My heart is pounding, and I’m as scared as I am excited. He takes his finger out of my mouth while his other hand opens the button on my jeans. I’m cradled in his arms, sitting on his lap. My pulse quickens when the button comes open, and I feel my breath intake sharply as his fingers...