“Don’t make a sound. Don’t you say a fucking word.”
What about a chuckle? I almost do. With his hand on my mouth, arm around me, body pushed up against mine, there is no way I can speak.
He needn’t have worried, though. I never would make a sound. Always the good girl. Seen and not heard.
I remember the first few times in the back of the school bus, in the back of their truck. Never a word, never a sound. It is funny, I thought I was done with that sort of thing.
But he couldn’t wait. We had waited long enough, I guess. It seemed like forever. I was promised a kiss, and I thought that was where we would leave it here.
I thought I would be treated like the princess. The prim and proper girl. I nice kiss with a little bit of tongue, hand holding to the car, where maybe we could smile at each other, take in a deep breath before another kiss, and then a hurried ride to the hotel. I did get one close by on purpose. I didn’t want to wait too long, either. But he found that we were alone in the parking garage. He parked in a secluded spot on purpose. Good thing I wore a skirt.
He was aggravated with the folds of it, now trying to push it up out of the way. He got to where he wanted to go quick enough. Pushing my panties to the side, I hadn’t realized how hard he was already and how his cock had found its way out of his pants. He found me eager and wet and very accommodating.
I was still being a good girl, still being quiet. The sound of him entering me and encountering my wetness felt loud. It seemed to echo. You could smell our excitement, too. I was scared of getting caught, though. I really was.
“Don’t worry, Baby. This first one will be quick, and then I will get you to your room so I can linger all over you. You won’t be able to move in the morning, and then I will treat you like my princess. But right now, you need to be my whore.”
Lisa Gray 