Chapitre 33: Chapter 33

"You're so good at this," I pant. No, he's not. He's not even close.

"So big!" I holler. He's small in comparison to what I've seen.

Just when I think I feel a hint of warmth spread through my limbs, the start of something pleasurable, a whimper escapes my lips. I fist his shirt hard and pump myself up and down quicker, chasing that feeling of satisfaction, but Smith stiffens beneath me. He grunts and trembles as he comes. Already? His legs kick beneath me, and a squealing noise leaves his gaping mouth as he finishes. I pull myself off him and roll over, collecting the money while blowing out a breath of frustration. I mask my irritation and turn toward him.

"Thanks, Smith." I flutter my eyelashes at him. "We should do it again sometime," I suggest sweetly, pulling my dress down. But on the inside, I feel anything but sweet. I feel anger and resentment.

"Yeah," he pants violently.

He stands and peels the condom off his length, tossing it in the waste basket.