I'M NOT YOUR WOMAN. (✓)

⚠️ 23. girls need good sex. ⚠️

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summer walker — girls need love.

THERE WAS ALWAYS SOMETHING SENSUAL about Maya, Ebén briefly thought — but it was her ability to assert what she wanted him to do to her nubile form that made this particular rendezvous feel different.

"I want you to fuck me" She boldly repeated as she closed in on his lips, "Hard. In your bed"

"Swear?"

Ebén felt his skin flush hot and it was the after-effects of animalistic lust that had dulled his hearing.

He could now taste her lips on his skin, "Swear."

"Don't play wid me, Maya" Ebén spoke at her, not wanting to again fall victim to her hazing. A couple nights prior, he had been drawn in by her bold use of buzzwords — telling him how she wanted it.

He wasn't going to cave, even if he wanted to.

"I'm not. I want you to fucking blow me out," She then strapped her leg in between his, giving him the licence to maltreat her.

She brought his hands to saddle on her hips and slowly feel her up, allowing the lothario the pleasure to set the pace. This sexual boldness hadn't always been hiding in her, but it was a fortunate consequence of being acquainted to the bad boy.

She liked being touched, especially by him, as she felt his soft graze on her panties, before pulling away.

His body violently shuddered at her words, not needing to hear it again but was struck with dubiety. This was a woman who hadn't masked her hatred of him and was now demanding that he take her to his bed and do the very thing he had wanted to do since he'd first met her.

There was also the fact that Ebén had promised — on his own accord, to commit himself wholeheartedly to Ezra and reignite what they both lost.

And he had meant it.

But Maya was standing there, her breath heaving at him with doe eyes looking at him with the same vigour that he had looked at her — wanting him in the most deplorable way. This really was a battle of self-will, and Ebén was too impulsive, too needy and too desperate to ignore the persistent pull of lust.

Fuck it, grabbing at her mouth with desperate finesse as their tongues slicked together.

His muscled hands were free-roaming against the grains of her skin, palming and rubbing his fingers against her breast cup causing a ticker of arousal to flood in her mouth, "If I start... don't make me stop"

"I won't. I want this... too."

Her hazel-green orbs were frayed with erotic thirst, as she watched him touch her in a sequence. She rolled her r's in a breathy moan, as she felt his fingers traversed through her chocolate brown skin.

"E-Eben? I — "

He panted with her as his fingers found a small crevice in between her closed legs and burdened her body with sensually slow grazes on her panties that had her body bursting at the seams, "Uh-huh?"

Oh my... holy fuck. That feels really... ugh.

Her body folded, so did her mouth.

"What were you goin' to say?" Her stalk-wide eyes didn't prompt Ebén to withdraw his fingers and give her a reprieve, boldly towering over the 5ft5 woman.

Lust made her stutter, "I ... f-forgot"

She hadn't — she just couldn't multitask.

Her hands ventured to his washed-out blue jeans, getting a firm grip of his belt buckle as she pulled him into her desirous mouth to kiss him.