Dalia's POV

My throat became dry and I lost my ability to form any intelligent sentence. He rubbed against me, holding me closely by my waist so that I wouldn't move.

“I asked a question, Angel”, he bit my earlobe, making me rub myself against his ever hardening dick harder. “I…I…re-rea-eally can't re-re-member what you asked me”, I panted, making him chuckle. The sound sent a zing to my pussy and I let out a small moan.

“I asked you where the fuck you thought you were going?” He repeated. I took a deep breath to clear my head and be able to think freely but I didn't think it...