Loss of control was a heady feeling. And trust was one, too. Because that was what this was, right? Her trusting him to stay on the good side of sleazy.

While letting him use her like a toy.

The moan mixed with something of a soft gagging sound at the first thrust probably did well to encapsulate both parts of this. Her eyes, looking up at him, were big and dark, and she was not pulling away from the motions of his hips.

Going from Mean Girl to good girl was easy because he made it easy.