C22 Chapter 22

“Let me make you feel good.”

My stomach clenched at his words, and a million ideas of what that could mean ran through my head.

He laughed softly against the skin of my neck whilst his hands found the bottom of my suspenders.

“I’m not going to fuck you…I’m just going to make you feel good…will you let me?”

I held my breath. “Yeah.”

“Good.” he said and brushed his lips against mine