My Bad Boy's Diary

~Thirty-Seven~ bluff called

I laid on top of Dalton on my bed, my hands shoved deep in his curls as we made out, his hands cupping my ass.

Finally I came up for air long enough to realize that it was almost midnight and I had an early detention scheduled tomorrow.

My legs were splayed out around his hips and I could feel him growing firm against my tummy the longer we made out. He was big, not that I was experienced in that department. But still, damn.

I groaned and kissed him a couple more times. "You've gotta go." I told him. "I have detention in the morning."

"Heh heh. My bad girl." He spanked my butt gently a few times and kissed me again.

I mock frowned down into his face. "My guidance counselor told me I should stay away from you if I had any hope of a future." I told him.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?" He slid his hand up under my shirt, caressing the skin on my lower back. "Good thing she doesn't know about this then." And he dragged me down to him to kiss me again.

In the next instance, he had me flipped over onto my back and was crushing me with his big, heavy body.

I squeaked softly, then giggled as he tickled me. I thrashed and hissed at him, begging him in a soft scream to stop.

Finally he had mercy on me and stopped.

Taking my wrists, he pinned them down. Then he kissed me, practically smothering me with his infernal essence.

I moaned weakly, lifting my hips up against him in a rhythm I couldn't control and barely understood. I was seeking something, something only he could give me, and I didn't even know what it was.

He pulled back, smiling down at me. "You're so sweet, you even taste sweet. My little stalker."

"Hey!" My dreamy smile morphed into a glare faster than he could hustle.

He kissed me again, probably just to shut me up.

Then, to my mild disappointment, he got up, off of me.

I let him pull me to my feet and wrap his arm around me.

"Come walk me out." He teased and I walked him over to the window. "Well, I'd say text me, but they took your phone, huh?"

I nodded miserably.

He kissed my forehead. "It's okay, baby, I can still come over at night to make out with you."

I rolled my eyes away. "I have tons of homework, but nice try."

"Uh-huh. Have fun in detention, bad girl."

"Give me my diary back! That's an order."

"An order, huh?" He chuckled. "I told you we should do a trade."

"No. Mine might be embarrassing, but yours will actually send you to jail!"

He smiled faintly. "Honey, I've been indulging you 'cause you're adorable, but let's face it, you're bluffing. You love me and you'd never send me to jail. Besides, you'd need actual tangible proof of my crimes. I don't think my stolen journal would cut it in court, sorry to tell you."

I raised my eyes to his, feeling panic start to set in again. I was losing my grip on my control over him.

He saw it in my eyes, of course, he always saw right through me.

"It's okay, B." He notched my chin up for me. "I'll still let you boss me around, 'cause I like you." He kissed me one last time then dropped off my roof into the darkness.

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