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My name being pronounced from Alisha's mouth sounded like heaven on hell. It sounded like waterfalls nearby. My hands were on autopilot, this fucking nightgown was the reason why I got a hard-on. It's either I burn it, or I take it off her. Well, I chose the second option.
Alisha took it off in a few seconds. She had those dimmed lights, causing me to swear on my mind. This is the second time where I won't be able to see her.
Since that day, I've always wanted to see her.
I don't know what's keeping her from being seen. She's too hard for me to open, to see.
She went on top of me, her pussy brushing on my skin. I took a deep breath, her breasts making contact with my bare chest while she pressed her body on me. I could feel her fucking wet even though I wore these tight jeans.
I wanted to find out.
My hand sneaked its way to her clit, I heard her moan softly.
Fuck.
"You're wet, you know?" I told her.
She hummed, "Thank you, Montellia. I had no clue." she replied with a strained, sarcastic voice. I grinned, her ear was near my mouth.
I teased her, caressing her clit slowly, and then moving my finger quickly. She moaned quietly, her head bobbing. She moves to my neck, pressing herself there so she won't make any sounds.
I inserted another finger, playing with her clit as much as I can. She whimpers above me, her body shivering from my game.
"Alsace..." she started.
"Hmm?"
My fingers went on and on. The rush in me to not stop, her whimpers turned into cries, and her begging started.
Fuck, she should beg a lot.
It suits her.
"Alsace. Fuck you, please, please!"
Very feisty, I know. Very Alisha, I might add.
"What's that, Detective?" I whispered to her ear. I heard her groan, her nails digging into my skin. "What do you need?" I tried once more. My fingers stopped, her ragged breathing filled the room.
"Put it b— Put it in." she squirmed her way through that sentence. My jeans were off in a second, I just needed her to want it, to need it. The plan worked, both of us would feel very happy after. No regrets, no discussions.
My cock sprung free, the adrenaline rush I'm feeling from this high. As if I've never fucked women before. As if I'm a teenager sneaking around with the hottest cheerleader, that makes me want to jerk off every now and then.
No, Alisha was different. Jerking off doesn't help shit, it makes matters worst. Especially if it's Alisha you're thinking about.
The whole reason why Mont Gala happened was because of her.
