Page 27 of Shame

“Do you like it?” I suddenly blurt out. Then I wince and wish I’d have bitten my tongue off instead.

“Sometimes.”

“With the… customers?”

“It happens.”

“Did you like it with… him?”

She freezes, her gaze turning distant. “I think I could have, but he was nothing but cruel.”

“I want to kill him!”

She puts a finger to my lips, and it’s all I can do not to grab her hand and kiss it.

“Don’t ever speak like that.” Her features soften. “Tell me instead, what do you like?”

My cock stirs. I try not to think of her like that. It’s the last thing she needs, yet another hungry guy who wants to use her.

“I—”

“Do you want me?”

I must look as shocked as I feel, because she laughs.

“It’s okay. I’m a whore.”

“I don’t think of you like that.”

“What? Like a woman?”

“Like a whore, Carmen.”

“It’s what I am.”

“No, you’re so much more. You’re sweet and intelligent, caring…”

“Do you like me?”

I look at my hands, my cheeks heating up. What is it with this girl that makes me so shy? I’m no virgin. I’ve had my share of chicks. None of them have affected me like this one does, though.

“Yeah…”

“Come here,” she whispers, and lays a hand on my nape, rising to meet me. I sit down on the edge of the bed, pulled to her with strings so tight I’m unable to fight them.

“I like you too.” Her breath fans my lips, her scent is sugary, like fresh apples, warm like the sun. When I close the distance, pressing my mouth against hers, she parts her lips and a little gasp escapes her.

“Oh my God,” I whisper and cup her cheeks, pulling her to me. My cock turns rock hard as I explore her mouth, her sweet crevices, taste her tongue, devour her. Her breaths get heavier, the air thicker. Finally, I still and rest my forehead against hers.

I pull back and meet her gaze. Her eyes beam. She looks happy. It’s a sight so rare it makes my heart stutter.

“I—I should go,” I almost double over from the need that surges through me. Need for her, for her body, her mind, for more of her full lips.

She’s not stupid. She is so not stupid. Her eyes fall on my groin and on the bulge I can’t hide.

“You should ask one of the girls.”

“How can you say that?” My cock softens from the mere thought.

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