Mike's POV
"I can't do this. Please stop."
I couldn't believe Valerie.
How could she tell me to stop when I was about to burst from desire.
I wanted to do things to her. Things no one else could even do to her body.
I knew that she wanted me to do those things too.
Her wet honey pot was clear evidence of that.
But why did she ask me to stop? Why would she stop me at the most critical moment?
Her expression turned serious so fast she didn't look like the same woman who had just been moaning under me with an etherealed expression on her beautiful face.
I looked down at her in confusion.
Even though she had averted her eyes, I could still see how beautiful she was.
Her eyes had always been clear. Even when she had been living like a slave, her eyes never looked dull.
When she had looked at me with eyes that seemed to be begging me to claim her a moment ago, I couldn't believe it was the same person.
How could she look so beautiful and seductive at the same time?
