[COMPLETED]
❝Of all the races I've started, loving him is the one I never want to finish.❞
In this re-imagination of my most popular story, Arielle Hawthorne is an illegal street racer, just like Zayn Malik. Zayn's egotistical, flirty, and a major p...
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A R I E L L E
When there's a soft knock at the door, I don't need to even wonder about who it is. So, when I open the door and the tattooed boy with midnight hair is quick to capture my waist and hungrily press his lips against mine, I expect it.
I don't realize how much I've missed his presence until those familiar flares shoot through my body where his fingertips dig into my skin. The smell of his cologne envelops me and I grab his face in my hands as he deepens the kiss.
He growls lowly, hands dragging down my body where he squeezes my ass underneath my skirt. "Where's your room?" He breathes against my skin when he pulls away, breathless.
I grab his hand, turning around to head down the hall, but not without a harsh slap to my naked ass—which has been exposed to him when his hand gently lifted my skirt hem.
"That's for not greeting me with bare títs and your gorgeous pússy," he scolds, hand striking my ass again.
I giggle and lead him to my bedroom, which he stops inside for a moment to admire. While he's checking things out, I adjust my hair in the large standup mirror I have placed up against my one wall.
"Put these on," he tells me as he holds up a pair of very high heels. I realize he must've found a pair inside my closet that he liked while peeking around. My insides twist deliciously at the thought of him fucking me with them on, which I have a feeling is his plan.
I take them from his hands and sit on the edge of my bed as he watches me. However, just as I'm slipping my foot into the first heel, he tells me to stop and steps forward to quickly lift my leg up in the air. It causes my back to hit the mattress and my skirt lifts up to my waist, exposing my covered pússy to his hungry eyes.
He runs a hand up my leg slowly, enjoying the goosebumps he brings about my skin. When he reaches my foot, he ensures the heel is on by doing up its strap. He then moves onto the other leg and then when my feet hit the ground, he hovers his body over mine.
I can see the lust pooling in his eyes, and I'm sure I'm returning the exact same gaze.
I've been waiting for this moment for an entire week and I can't even begin to tell you how good it feels just to have him in my presence. Everything about him is so intoxicating and I fucking love it. I want him to fuck me like his life depends on it.
