Chapter 8. Wanted More, More Touch, More Heat

BELLADONNA

I suggested that he thought of another woman as I touched him, right? It was I who said it. So tell me, why on God’s green earth do I feel like shit? 

Perhaps it hurts my womanly pride that I couldn't get him hard, but he gets hard from the thought of another woman. 

I hated her already. Was she going to be my competition? 

“Is that what you’re doing?” I asked. “Thinking of her? That’s what got you so hard?” 

“Isn't that what you suggested, Belladonna?” he shot back, his voice strained.

I squeezed his dick and he moaned. I went weak in the knees, and I no longer cared if he was thinking about another woman. Why did he have to be so sexy? Even his moans were sexy. Oh! And he called me Belladonna with that strained voice that was begging for pleasure. 

Why should I care about some other woman when it was my touch that was making him like that? 

I massaged his dick from his pants and he gave me ano