Cruel Kisses (It's Just High School #2) - Thandiwe Mpofu Page 0,102
kisses on every inch of her I can reach. Her hair, her delicate, exposed neck, her earlobes, I press wet kisses that make her moan, then I hold her gaze in the mirror.
Slowly, tentatively, like a Sunday school, choir-loving angel, she starts fingering herself.
“Add another finger.” I watch her through the mirror as she follows my instruction. “Add another one. It’ll make you feel full.”
Not as full as I know she craves.
“Julian,” she moans, as tremors and quakes start taking over her body.
“Go faster and deeper.” I watch her transform into a vixen in front of my eyes, watch her work herself, her body almost spasming out of control.
“Oh God, I think I’m going to…”
“Come.”
Her body grows tense as her eyes roll to the back of her head, a low, throaty moan on her tongue as she comes like a pro. I wait for her to compose herself.
“Now lick those fingers,” I growl so low in my chest and watch amused as her cheeks tinge red. She wasn’t expecting that at all.
“What…”
“Now, Mia.”
With a bit of hesitation, she brings her fingers to her lips, then like a temptress, she holds my gaze, opens her utterly kissable and fuckable mouth, and starts sucking her fingers.
I ALMOST COME RIGHT THEN AND THERE.
“Shit.”
“Am I doing it right?” I don’t say a word, just stare at her. She fucking knows what she’s doing. “Wanna taste?”
She doesn’t wait for me to respond. She brings her fingers to my lips, her eyes daring me to suck. On automatic, I open my mouth and suck her juices off her fingers like a deprived, sex-crazed asshole.
“Fuck this shit!”
Not meaning to be so rough, I spin her in my arms then crash my lips to hers, plundering her mouth with my tongue until the sweetness of her come coats my tongue. She tastes exactly as I thought she would. Like a sweet angel with carnal thoughts.
I need to fuck her. Now!
Lifting her up by her ass, she yelps but grabs on, her legs wrapping around my torso as I quickly walk over to the nearest wall.
“Yeah, you can pleasure yourself all right and that was fucking hot.” She shudders, and I kiss her neck, biting and soothing. “But it’s time for me to make you fucking cum harder than you’ve ever done before.”
“That’s mighty cocky of you.”
“Don’t start with me.”
“Hmm,” she starts, pulling up my shirt. “You’re seriously ornery today.”
“I had no fucking idea where you were. You ignored my calls, my texts.” I rip the rest of her clothes off. Her incredible tits are now right there for the taking, her nipples hard as diamonds. “Unzip me.”
“I told you…”
“You ran from me,” I growl, the patience I was trying to keep out the door with the taste of her on my tongue. “Un-fucking-zip me, Mia, damn you.”
I want her to do this. I want her to take the next step with me while giving her the chance to say no. But she doesn’t say no. She holds my gaze, her back pressed to the wall. She reaches down and unzips me, then takes my hard cock out without hesitation.
With a wicked glint now in her eyes, she squeezes my hard cock, then rubs pre-cum all over like she’s fascinated.
“Will you come in my hand?”
If she keeps doing that.
“Not today.” I reach in the back pocket of my jeans for my wallet then I give it to her to grab a condom. She takes it out, then rips it open with her teeth.
“Now what?” she questions, her eyes light and glittering with amusement when I’m at the point of pain. She enjoys this, when she knows she’s got all the power.
“You know what you need to do, smart mouth, sheath me.”
Not in a hurry she does as she’s told. When she’s done though, I don’t wait for her. I finger her again. Suddenly, nothing is so funny anymore. With her body at the edge of another orgasm, I plunge deep into her depths with one shove and she screams.
“Holy shit, Julian!”
I start fucking her in earnest, her moans and screams mixed with my pants and groans, the soundtrack to two more orgasms for her and one for me. And in all that time, it’s the way she looked at me, the way she kissed me, the way she saw into my soul and stayed that told me I was fucked when it comes to her. Totally screwed.
And with Paris right out the window, I can’t help but bury my