𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 🔥🌙 (Book 1)

𝟐𝟒 ~ 𝗠𝘆 𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝘂𝗽𝗰𝗮𝗸𝗲 || ⚠ +𝟏𝟖

 🖤ZEREMY'S POV 🖤

I grabbed the back of Steven's head, pulling him closer to me as our mouths met in an urgent, passionate kiss.

I kissed him as if he were a fucking delicious, addictive treat, one that I couldn't get enough like candy or cupcakes.

Kissing him wouldn't harm me or require a massive insulin shot; instead, it sent waves of pleasure through my body. Pressing me back against the cool surface of the mirror, he reached down and tore down the cup of my bra, his touch growing more aggressive and hungry, and he ripped down the cup of my bra, exposing one naked breast to him.

His mouth takes full advantage, closing over my pebbled nipple and sucking hard on it.

"Fuck..."

I let out a sharp hiss when his teeth made contact, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. The sensation was heightened further by the soothing touch of his tongue, as he gently soothed away.

I closed my eyes, and my back arched against the mirror, my body instinctively seeking more of his touch. His fingers slowly worked their way up the bottoms of my jeans and slipped into the thin fabric of my thong, the action eliciting a soft gasp from me, finding my pussy wet and open for him.

"Double fuck," he growls, his forehead dropping to my chest as he tries to regain control.

He then begins to lick my nipple, his eyes lifting to meet mine through impossibly dark lashes.

The non-innocent expression on his face makes my heart beat faster as he slides two fingers into me, and I can't help but bite my lip as I try to control my own growing desire.

"You have no idea how many times I've thought about doing this to you. What your face would look like as I did." He slides me a sexy grin, and a shiver licks my spine as the ache between my thighs, the one he's stoking, intensifies. His fingers move in and out of me, and then he brings his thumb up, using it to rub my clit, and my eyes screw up tight.

"You're so tight, Zere. Fuck, you're so goddamn tight. Your cunt can barely handle two of my fingers. I can't wait to feel you around my knob. Hold on. You're going to need it for support."

"What..."

Without finishing my sentences, his mouth covers mine again, his hands undoing my bra. He begins kissing his way down my jaw, over my tits, and lower down my body until he's on his knees, his eye level with my pussy as I remain still on the sink counter. I can feel myself trembling with anticipation, my breathing growing more shallow with each kiss he trails lower down my body.

"I wanna taste you." I don't know if he's talking to me or my pussy, but right now, I don't care.

The button and zipper of my jeans are undone, and they slip down my legs, pooling at my feet, but my focus is entirely on Steven, who is staring straight at the tiny scrap of lace covering me. He nuzzles in, taking a deep inhale and licking at my panties, sucking my clit, and using the fabric for extra friction.

"Oh fuck, Steven..."

I grip the top of his hair with one hand, my other hand pressed firmly against the back of the mirror, realizing just how much support I was going to need for this. His hands meet my inner thighs, spreading them wider and forcing my feet apart, but that doesn't seem to be enough for him. He takes one foot out of the restrictive denim of my jeans and places it over his shoulder, my eyes wide with anticipation. His fingers find the hem of my panties, and as he tears them straight off, I bite down on my bottom lip, stifling my cry, exposing myself fully to him.