❝He suddenly spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me.
Just when I think I can't take any more, he shoves three fingers i...
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P A R I S
I'm sitting in class, trying to ignore the annoying ache in my ankle. It's mostly healed, but sitting for too long still hurts. Luciano lost his patience once my ankle got better. He was fed up with my teasing and attempts to get his attention. As soon as I could walk without limping, he forced me to go back to school.
So now, here I am, stuck in class against my will.
The lecture feels endless, and I can barely stay awake. I start daydreaming about Luciano and my secret mission to seduce him. I can't help but smile, pleased and satisfied that it's actually working and I'm slowly breaking down his resistance.
"Ms. Collins, why are you smiling like that? What's so funny?"
The teacher's voice pulls me back to reality, and I notice everyone staring at me. My face goes red. I try to respond, but the bell rings, ending the class.
I stick my tongue out in my head and quickly pack my things. The teacher mentions homework, but I barely listen. I grab my stuff and rush out. As I head for the exit, eager to escape, I hear a male voice call out.
"Paris! Wait up!"
Fuck.
I speed up, ignoring the twinge in my ankle. I'm not in the mood to deal with anyone, especially not him. But just as I'm about to leave, someone grabs my arm and stops me. I turn around, rolling my eyes when I see Aaron, the school playboy.
He's been way too interested in me since school started, and it's seriously annoying. I know what he's after, and I'm not falling for it. Aaron's just a shallow, immature guy who isn't worth my time.
He doesn't know what he wants, he can't even handle commitment, and I have no time for that bullshit. I'm solely interested in Luciano, and Aaron doesn't even come close. He smirks and tightens his grip on my arm, trying to pull me closer.
"Hey there, Ari," he says with that annoying charm he thinks works on every girl. "Missed seeing you around. How've you been?"
"Fine." I respond flatly, yanking my arm free from his filthy grip.
The last thing I want is to be touched by him, and I make sure he knows it. Aaron just grins, clearly enjoying the challenge and leans in closer.
"I was worried when I noticed you weren't around. Everything okay?"
I cross my arms and roll my eyes. Aaron worried? Please. Before I can tell him to get lost, he steps even closer, his breath practically on my face.
"So, are you free after school? Maybe we could—"
I cut him off, pushing against his chest to get some space. His suffocating presence grosses me out.
"Just spit it out, Aaron, and then get lost." I grumble and he chuckles, clearly enjoying my annoyance.
