Try to convince her.

The next time you meet, you take hold of her at the door of the motel, looking intently into her eyes.

“Let me fuck you,” you growl, your hands gripping her hips. “Properly.”

“You know the rules,” she whispers, her fingers trailing down to your belt. “Anal only.”

You groan, your cock straining against your zipper. “Why?”

“Because I like it when you beg,” she smirks, pressing her body against yours.

"Please, Gemma..." you murmur, your hands sliding under her dress and gripping her ass, "I want to feel all of you."

"You do feel all of me," she teases, her fingers working your pants down to her feet. "Every inch of me."

You groan as she grabs your erect cock and leads you towards the bed. Fuck. She is impossible. But as her fingers stroke you as you climb onto the bed and lie on your back, you know you'll take whatever she gives you.