Chapter 297. Guilty

CYNTHIA’s P O V

Jake and I quickly separated, and he lifted my chin while I cocked my head to the side.

‘‘If you don’t believe me, then you’ll just have to find out for yourself…’’ he said, just as confident as always.

‘‘Maybe I will…’’ I smirked and his eyes fixated on me as I unclipped my bra and let it fall onto the damp floor. ‘‘Fuck me…’’

His hungry eyes devoured my bare chest, and he didn’t wait to stride us both back onto his bed and throw me onto the sheets.

This time, he propped himself above my frame and swerved between my legs. Stretching above me, he grabbed the creased shirt that I had previously used to tie him up, and began to give me the same treatment.

As one hand tightened the sturdy knot, the other fondled my exposed breasts with a skilful hand and I couldn’t hide the pleasurable sigh that escaped my lips.

My thighs attempted to rub together, creating the perfect friction that I needed with Jake's chiseled body over mine.