Sophia.

“What exactly are you doing, Mateo?” When I feel his hands around my waist, I ask. “I swear to you, no fucking this week. I’m too hurt to let you stick your cock inside me.”

“How come you didn’t think of this before putting this on, mate?” He yanks the thin strap of my red bodycon dress, allowing it to snap on my skin. That gesture is enough to have my pussy wet, and I know that’s what he’s going for.

He knows how to make me back down from my promise, but tonight I intend to stick to it. I turn away from him and begin to remove...