Anticipation.

Stacy could feel her anticipation rising to its limits as she bit harder on her lower lip, her sensitive body turning on, she could feel her clit throb as she clenched the bedsheets on both sides to steady her racing heartbeat.

She saw the evil and lustful look Bruce gave off as his stormy eyes stripped her naked.

As he got closer to the bed, Stacy’s toes curled.

Soon, the lights in the room went off and they were ripped off their clothing as smacking and sucking of the lips filled the room in an erotic sound.

Moaning along with groans covered up the room as Bruce and Stacy did the deed.

Sometimes, whimpering cries due to too much pleasure left Stacy’s lips.

Sometime later, Bruce lay in bed with Stacy's head placed comfortably on his toned chest.

Their breathing came out in sync after their wild sex which he referred to as punishment.

"Stacy?" Bruce her name rolled off his tongue as his finger kept raking through her dark long hair which looked like a mess.