Playing with fire

Playing with fire

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"Stop, just stop," she mutters through gritted teeth as she slams her books onto the worn out coffee table, making its weak legs wobble gently from the angry force running through her. "None of this is my fault," I bark as I quickly stand from the white couch. My feet hurt from the icy tiles that lay underneath me. Her chuckle cuts through the thick air as she raises her soft voice. "None of it? Damn it, I didn't ask you to stay!" She begins to pace the small space of the apartment living room, my hands reach up and tug gently on my hair as I turn my back to her. "But I did, and that's more than enough."
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"Is this what you wanted? To be taken from behind on my desk like a slut?" She demanded, tightening her grip around my hair, pulling my head back. "Look at me, Eden." My eyes met hers, and I almost shivered as I was met with the undeniable lust behind them that replaced her anger mere seconds ago. "I just like pissing you off, I guess." I smiled innocently, alluding to her previous question. Her eyes darkened, before letting go of my hair and grabbing my throat instead. I felt her fingertips trail over over my soaked underwear, and a moment later she brought one of my hands to my core, instructing me to hold the lace fabric to the side, as she began to slowly circle my wetness, before dipping two fingers inside me without warning. My eyes rolled back, a moan escaping my lips as I whispered her name. "God, my name sounds like a sin on your lips." She purred over me, curling her fingers inside me, while thumbing my dripping core. - An innocent waitress, a flirt of a mafia boss, and a relentless string of...well, problems. A fun little story to read, very gay, with plenty of romance, as well as - dare I say - humor. 🏅RANKINGS🏅 #2 lesbian #7 wlw

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