Chapter 41: Wait for me!

Marlon bit her, sucking and licking, sometimes feather-light, sometimes rough, sending jolts through her. He was clearly an old hand-crude, but he knew how to work a woman's body. Bit by bit, Nancy began to lose herself. She furrowed her brow, face contorted in discomfort; her delicate fingers clenched so hard her nails stabbed into her palm. She had hoped pain would beat back desire, spare her some shred of dignity. Instead, it only made her more frantic. She knew she was not getting away today. The...