Will Castle be able to resist the school's playgirl whom he has to tutor?
Holly Versace never took anything serious in life. But when her grades go down and her position as the cheerleading captain is threatened, she needs to find a tutor to help h...
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| 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐞 |
The bed creaks under our weight with my moans filling the room. I grip tighter onto his arms as he drives further into me. He doesn't meet my eyes as he pulls out and thrusts into me once more. He never does.
"Are you almost there?" I ask him.
"Mhmm." Comes his reply.
His dirty blonde hair glistens with sweat. There's blood on the corner of his mouth from his split lip. I glide my arms up his thick muscular arms, resting them on his broad shoulders.
He's quieter today. Barely uttering a word, barely letting out a moan.
"That bad?" I ask him.
He responds with a rough and hard thrust that causes a half-painful groan to erupt from my mouth.
"Geez, could've said so," I mutter, tightening my legs around his torso.
He doesn't respond once again, giving me the answer that he doesn't wanna talk about it.
My arms clutch onto his shoulders, as I try to keep my eyes open.
Sean doesn't like when I enjoy this. He doesn't enjoy it when I make this about me. He doesn't like it when I speak in between except for a few words.
Fine by me.
I don't mind either way.
"I'm almost there." He whispers.
And he almost does—except my phone starts ringing.
We ignore it.
He continues driving into me, my eyes almost rolling to the back of my head.
My phone's still ringing.
"Might be your dad." Sean pants as he starts going faster.
My hold tightens on his shoulder.
I can feel myself on the edge too, barely hanging on by a thread, ready to explode.
My phone's still ringing.
"Answer it," Sean says.
I give him an incredulous look. "While you're still inside me?"
He shrugs. "Your ringtone is killing the mood."
I narrow my eyes to show him that I'm deeply offended that my cute little ringtone is killing his mood.
He doesn't react to my stare.
I roll my eyes and unlatch one hand from his shoulder and reach above me. My hand dabs around the bed to find my phone and my fingers finally encase it.
