The following scene is for mature audiences only. Viewer discretion is advised. ;)
He leans forward and claims my mouth, softly kissing my lips, gradually growing hungrier. His hands tilt my mouth higher to reach his. My hand grabs his hair as I let out a quiet moan.
My hand traces under his sweatshirt feeling his strong and toned abs. His hand goes to the back of my neck and wraps my hair around his hand.
He pulls back, breathing heavily, "If you wanna go slower-" he says as I cut him off.
"No, keep going." I say as I lean back in to kiss him and jump, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He grins against my mouth and grips my thighs tight, making sure I don't let go.
"Hmm," he hums against my mouth, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
He walks forwards and pins me against the wall, his strength evident.
He tugs my hair slightly, as he trails his hand under my top. I roll my hips against his, wrapping my legs tighter around him. I can feel his growing boner as I continue grinding my hips on him.
I chuckle as he pulls away from me for only a second to take my shirt off before pressing his mouth to mine again.
I lightly moan against his ear as he kisses my neck rough but delicately.
His hand unclips my bra, and starts rubbing my breasts. He works his other hand into my jeans, his fingers instantly finding my clit and circles it teasingly.
I arch my back off the wall, trying to get his hand where I want it.
He whispers to me, "Just let me take care of you, love."
I look into his mysterious gray eyes and see that he means every word. I kiss his lips, trying to return the sentiment.
His tattoo covered fingers slide into my soaked pussy, I grind against him and as he says dirty things in my ear. He rubs my clit and pushes two fingers into my pussy simultaneously, I'm lost in fireworks.
LANA, GET YOUR ASS UP WERE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL! My brother calls out.
As I slowly return to consciousness, I realize I dreamt about bus boy.
I sit up in bed staring at his jacket lying on my chair.
Troubled, I quickly get up to get ready.
Hehe this chapter was just for me to get a feel for the characters. I'll probably take it out and put it in somewhere in the future.
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The Ideal Love
Romance"Is it too late to save my soul, love?" "I think so, but if we're going to hell we're going together." Is the typa vibe I'm going for. Mature subjects such as sex, family issues, and toxic men in this story Cover art by C H A R A C T E R S on Pinte...
