Outside The Box...

Outside The Box...

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" Your weird y'a know" Dominick whispered in my ear making the hair on my neck stand. I smirked and raised my eye brow. "How so?" He pointed to the top of my head and I held my curious look as he continued. "The way you think, you think outside the box.. It's stupid...but sexy". He walked towards his car right before sending my his 'famous wink. That sleezy bastard gave me a compliment... I'm surprised I didn't get a chance to make one of my rude remarks but I don't think this is the last time I'll be seeing him. Aiden is one of the outside nerds that cant seem to let go of a book at times but she also has a cool personality around her friends. She's beautiful and guys around WoodBridge High know that. She's not into relationships mostly because she believes that love doesn't exist....If only she knew how wrong she is.. I guess she's about to find out.
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This story is really HOT. Like really really really HOT. It's essentially about a college student learning about her hidden desire to submit to a man, with the help of her roommate & a very hot dominant man. This is a MATURE story & the smut within the story is VERY smutty, so be warned! BUT there's also substance to the story & it's a good read! Enjoy my loves :* EXCERPT - He cupped my breasts, and then he snarled. "Padded bra. As if you needed one." His hands were under my sweatshirt and he hauled the bra up, roughly, and then his hands were on me, feeling, squeezing, his palms grinding against my nipples. Those hands had spanked me and somehow that changed everything. His hands mattered. I arched into them, and then my head went back and he kissed my mouth again, lips and tongue forcing my mouth to give him what he wanted. "Can't think," I said, dazed, against his lips, and he growled at me for speaking. And then one hand dove into my pants, and a finger forced inward. My knees gave out entirely. We sank to the floor and he pinned me down, violently taking my mouth with his tongue and my pussy with his finger, and I learned what happens when you almost come and stop and then are touched again. I was out of control, my legs opened and my hips tilted. His fingers moved to my clit, then back inside me... everything ached and burned and it was all I could do not to beg for more. The late night fantasies were back, but now I was living one, the man who took, demanded, forced a young girl to feel things she didn't know about - my hips tilted up further, he twisted around and sucked a nipple roughly, painfully, and every muscle in me tensed, I couldn't stop, there was only more and faster- I came in that slow, violent way that takes away all control of your limbs and slams you again and again against the floor. My noises were guttural and raw, and when my eyes were closed all I saw was his dark, demanding gaze. --- OKAY NOW GO READ!

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