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Bekah looked at Devon as now they stood just inches apart. Devon could smell the same candy floral scent like he did yesterday, Devon swallowed hard as he now stood just inches from her. His hand came up and ruffled his hair as he looked down at her.
He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in and she looked up at him with kind eyes "Thank you for helping me." She finally spoke breaking the silence.
"Yeah, of course." Devon nodded his head feeling slightly stupid.
Bekah stood up on her tippy toes and broke the space between them as she kissed Devon- probably due to the liquid courage raging through her system. Devon took no time to respond as his hands found her bare skin and pulled her closer to him.
What the hell are these two doing? His mind was foggy but slowly had come to realization what he was doing and then slowly faded back to the foggy state as he would rather not care what he was doing for the night.
Bekah moved her hands up the back of his neck and wrapped them up in the loose dark strands of his hair as she slowly rose herself up higher on her tippy toes and pushed herself against him. Devon started to gain control as he pushed her back against the door he had just shut. His hand tugged her waist closer to him as the kiss picked up fever.
Devon's hand slipped under her shirt just at her rib cage and Bekah pulled back from the kiss, the liquid courage working up a storm inside both teenagers. Bekah slipped the borrowed shirt off exposing her navy blue bra leaving Devon to clench his jaw and look over the curvy girl before he, himself removed his own shirt. Both teens grabbed onto one another this time their kiss held more heat than any scorching hot day in the middle of summer, Devon lifted Bekah up and her legs wrapped around his torso as he carried her over to the bed and laid her down.
He crawled on top of her and braced his weight above her with his hands on each side of her head. Devon's lips found a trail from her soft pink lips to the soft flesh on her neck, as her head tilted back slightly and gave him more access to her neck. His hands fumbled along the waistband of her skinny jeans, he felt his hips roll down against hers causing friction for the both of them. He felt her smaller hands grip his shoulders as her hips bucked towards his wanting more friction- more action.
Devon's fingers traced a line above her waistband towards the button of her jeans where he unclasped them and started tugging on them, the girl beneath him raised her hips allowing him to slide the jeans off with ease and a quiet groan to leave his lips when he saw the see through lace the girl was wearing "Fuck." He muttered as his eyes had darkened with lust and his lips crashed against hers.
His hand slipped between the two as he traced a figure eight on her covered clit, a seemingly quiet moan escaped from her throat and into his mouth as his tongue slipped in her mouth to explore.
He removed his hand from her and heard the quiet whimper as her grip on his shoulder blades loosened, but it quickly picked up again when he started grinding the rough material of his jeans against the thin cheap fabric that covered her. The friction was much more than she anticipated as her head rolled back and her back arched clear off the bed pressing their chests together.
Devon unbuckled his belt and quickly started to disgard his jeans when he felt her helping him, he looked into her eyes forgetting what was going on and she sent him a small innocent smile. Devon finally freed himself from the confinement of his jeans and boxers before tearing the lace fabric away from her body. He slid himself up her folds and felt her push down trying to get him inside which he soon complied as he slid himself inside of her feeling her up to the brim.
A fairly loud moan left her body as she latched onto his bare back, nails digging deep into his skin cause him to hiss out as he picked up as a steady rhythm. The room was full of mixed moaning and groaning, his speed was fairly fast as he felt her nails tearing the skin on his back. His lips found her neck as he lightly bit down on her flesh.
She could feel him hitting deeper inside of her every time, his thrusts were rough and fast- something she was finding herself to like a lot.
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Sadistic
Mystery / Thriller{••••} In which her only choice is to stop fighting. His only choice is to love her, even if his mind has other thoughts. ⚠️ WARNINGS: CONTAINS GRAPHIC SCENES AND SEXUAL THEMES AND SCENES!!! ⚠️ {••••} Sadistic is an original work. 18+ Original Creat...