Chapter 22

I try to kick and lash out, but my dress is too restricting, and his fat body pounding mine against the wall as he tries to get his hard dick against me stops me from moving freely. He’s yanking at his trousers, trying to free himself before he takes another try at my dress. It seems he isn’t happy with our position and once again bodily mauls me. He drags me with him in frustration and throws me against the countertop, so I fall back on it, my legs kicking up automatically, and I know that is what he was hoping for. A better way to get my dress up and knickers off; he grabs one ankle as I try to dash to get down, and he pulls me around effortlessly.

The sliding marble counter against a satin dress made me more manageable, and he has the upper hand, putting his body between my legs as I slap out and try like crazy to fight him off. He’s all over me like a leach or an octopus with endless hands and a sucker-like grip on me, and I scratch and gauge as hard as I can while grittin