She collapsed onto her bed, her eyes heavy, her body sated, her mind racing. Her hands roamed her body, tracing the curves that the tight dress hugged, her fingers teasing the hem, inching it higher with each roll of her hips. “Fuck, you taste good,” he murmured, before pushing her back onto the stage. She drove to the bookstore, her hands slick with sweat on the steering wheel. Every inch of you is ours to use, to fuck, to claim. You want me to fuck you in front of all these people?”
She nodded, her body aching with need. Kayla gasped, her body jerking, her hand stroking him faster, harder. Kayla’s fingers froze over the keyboard as she stared at the screen, her mouth agape. “Marcus,” he said, standing. She could feel his hardness, hot and insistent, against her thigh. Every inch of you is ours to use, to fuck, to claim. Kayla’s curiosity burned hotter with each passing day. She was the star of the website, the center of attention, the object of desire. We’ll get you ready for the show.” He turned, leading her through a door behind the counter, his hand resting on the small of her back, his touch searing her skin.
