25. Challenges

Abigail Hayes

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I knew I was weak for George Galanti despite always telling myself the opposite.

Whenever he truly wanted me, he always got me. Even if it was my idea for us to have sex regularly, I merely realized we always did it on his terms. He booked a hotel without my permission and the next thing, I was falling into bed with him.

I didn’t know what that said about me and honestly, I didn’t really care. All I was focused on was the fact that his face was currently in between my legs, eating me out like I was his last fucking meal.

My hands found George’s hair but he pulled away immediately. “Keep your hands above your head.” He ordered. “If you move them, I’ll leave.”

I pouted. “I can’t possibly keep my hands there.” I wanted to listen to him but it was way too easy to get lost in my pleasure and forget what he told me to do.

“Should I tie them?”

I felt my push throb at the question and I blushed because he could feel it. “Yes sir.”

“Fuck.” I heard him mutter before he pulled