Chapter 71

Dalia’s POV

My throat became dry and I lost my ability to form any intelligent sentence. He rubbed against me, holding me closely by my waist so that I wouldn’t move.

“I asked a question, Angel,” he bit my earlobe, making me rub myself against his ever hardening dick harder. “I…I…re-rea-eally can’t re-re-member what you asked me,” I panted, making him chuckle. The sound sent a zing to my pussy and I let out a small moan.

“I asked you where the fuck you thought you were going?” He repeated. I took a deep breath to clear my head and be able to think freely but I didn’t think it worked. My head felt fuzzy, my throat felt dry and the only difference between my legs and a jelly was that, well, was that they were legs.

“Xander, please,” I gasped as I held on to him. My lower stomach was contracting violently, making me feel like I was going to pass out from the pleasure I was getting from rubbing against him.

For fuck’s sake, Dalia, you’re not a high-s