Hate's a Strong Word

Hate's a Strong Word

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"Let me go Vance. I'm serious!" I yell. "Are you sure?" He says our lips centimeters apart." I felt his hot breath on my lips. "Ye-Yeah." "You don't sound very sure about that." He says almost in a whisper. Slowly he leans in and I find my self leaning in too. No Amanda no! Our lips brushed and I felt a small spark. What's happening? His hands pulled me even closer than before into a bone crushing embrace. His lips devoured mine without a problem. It was the most demanding kiss I've ever had. Without realizing it, I kissed him back with the same passion he was giving me. I wanted more. I needed more. I pushed my hand up his chest and once again felt that hard chest I fell upon earlier that day. Vance ran his hands through my hair as he kissed down my collarbone. He traced a line in the area where my skin was exposed in the two piece. His touch left me with sensations I never knew I could feel before. I wrapped my hand around his neck and stood on my tippy toes to ensure there was no space between us. He grasped my hips and I felt like I was on cloud nine. Our tongues fought for dominance. As much as I tried to fight he won and took control. He pushed me against the wall once again as I moaned in pain and pleasure. He looked at me lustfully and leaned in again when the door once again opened. It felt like time stopped.
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"You have no fucking idea how long I've been wanting to do this." He started with my heals as he kneeled between my legs. He removed the right one first dragging it out as he grazed my foot with his fingertips. The next one came off and my breath hitched as his gaze trained on the soaking wet spot between my legs. "Do you wax or shave?" "Wax." My voice was quiet making sure to mind my vocabulary. His intake of breath followed by his hands trailing up and up until it reached the zipper of my dress. Unzipping me he stood up to tug the dress off me to fall on the floor. My white lacy set of borrowed lingerie were fully exposed to him now and he was taking his time to look me over. As if I was some prized possession he's always wanted. He undid the white bra making my breasts bounce. "Spread your legs for me." ********* Rose Chase, dedicated med student had her entire life planned out. Until the day she walked into her apartment to find her boyfriend fucking her guy best friend. Devastated and questioning her own sexiness she rushes in the club with a vendetta a world now knew who she was.. Mason Coldwell, spoiled rotten sex god and ex friend of Rose Chase. Going out one night for a night of fun after revealing Rose's identity to the world. He goes out to a club to alleviate the old scars Rose opened up and to his surprise finds the very virgin Rose in his bed in the morning. At least she WAS a virgin. Who would have thought, the man she thought to be her demise, might be her salvation. (Mature scenes 18+ recommended to read) Highest rating #2 in romcom. ;)

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