**MATURE CONTENT {18+}**
"You know there are punishments for breaking the rules, Ms. Parks," Mr. Williams almost purrs with a daring glint in his eyes. My only response to him though is a single scoff.
"And you know that I don't care, right?" I end...
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Our lips instantly collide as soon as he closes his front door. I wrap my arms around his neck and stand up on my tiptoes slightly to deepen the kiss even more. Our tonuges swirled around together and i let a moan slip out at the sensation of our bodies being pressed so closley together. I could feel everything--all of him even through his clothing.
His hands run along the sides of my body and over the material of the tight red dress I have on. I wanted him to rip it off of me. But I knew that we shouldn't go that far.
Not yet at least...
"Wait—" I mumble out between kisses. "We should—stop." He doesn't though, and it's not like I do much to stop the kiss either considering I only pull him closer to me. But eventually, I find the strength to actually pull away.
We both pant as we try and regain a steady rhythm of breaths. Alexander holds my face in his warm and rough hands as he stares down at me and I stare back up at him with flushed cheeks. "I don't—I don't wanna move too fast," I softly tell him. My voice sounds so weak right now.
He doesn't respond for a moment and it worries me. But finally, he responds by saying, "Okay...I won't force you to do anything."
I smile softly up at him as he strokes my cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.
Wow. This getting way too intimate...
"Thanks," I sheepishly say as I pull his hands away from my face. "I think there's one thing that we still need to do though."
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Alexander's apartment was huge! Well, I guess it technically considered a penthouse. Sure—before my parents divorced, our home back in New York was impressive in size. But I never really cared nor was interested in the atheistic.
We could be living in a shack and I'd be fine with it.
But this...I must admit that it wasn't such a bad place to be in.
Oh, stop being so humble. You know you love it!
Everything is sleek and pristine. The only colors coaxing the whole place are either black, white, or grey.
Talk about bland.
"Woah...this kitchen is amazing!" I say as I stare in awe at the elegant counter tops and shiny appliances.
I hear Alex slightly chuckled from beside me, but I don't even bother to look over at him. I run over to ginormous fridge that looks as if there's two of them combined into one.
"It's no McDonald's, though. Sorry to disappoint, Angel," Alex's jokes and I roll my eyes.
"You're forgiven," I joke back. I look back at him from over my shoulder as I place one hand on the fridge handle. "May I?"
