I finally swallow. “Stop!” I shout, my pulse ringing in my ears. “Stop. Just stop!” But he comes down on top of me, forcing me back onto the car, and his hot mouth finds my stomach. I shake my head, tears hanging at the corners, because it feels so good, and I don’t want it to. I don’t want him to go lower. I don’t want to wrap my legs around him. None of this feels good or warm, and none of it makes me feel soft on the inside like I could kiss him back.
ASSAULT ASSAULT ALSO HE BAD LIKE HIS FATHER
