Cruel Kisses (It's Just High School #2) - Thandiwe Mpofu Page 0,114

and he swears.

“Fuck, Mia,” he hisses, his voice so dark. I feel him growing bigger in me, so I do it again, this time clenching harder, a wicked grin on my face. “Shit, shit.”

He cups my ass again, then he starts fucking me in earnest, pumping into me with hard, measured thrusts that make my eyes roll to the back of my head.

Holy shit!

“You’re a wicked, dirty, Little Minx, aren’t you?” he whispers hotly, fucking me like the world is about to burn to the ground and even if it did, I doubt he’d stop. And God, I wouldn’t want him to stop either.

He hits my G-spot each time. I scream, my orgasm hovering close. Then he starts kissing me, frantically, deeply, like the way he’s fucking me.

Julian Fitzgerald was made for this. He was made to fuck and he does it like he knows he’s the best and he has ruined me for sex with anyone else.

As if hearing my thoughts, he pulls back and stares into my eyes. “Mine,” he growls, with a dark warning in. his eyes. “You’re fucking mine, Mia.”

Hot damn, did I even belong to myself before this man?

I moan loudly, my jaw slack with pleasure. He literally holds all my weight as he fucks me and all I can do is hold on and take it. And God, do I take it. Everything this man gives me, his kisses, his attention, his love. I take it and still demand more.

The orgasm builds inside me, and I begin to moan louder, my legs beginning to shake with the impending storm. But before I can allow myself to go over, Julian stops, and I stare at him shocked.

“You didn’t just do that,” I gasp, breathless, but there’s a darkness in his eyes as he stares at me, the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on who sees me more than I see myself.

“Ride me,” he demands, and I stare at him, fighting not to drop my jaw to my lap.

“What?”

He leans back on the couch, making himself comfortable as he stares up at me, a challenge in his eyes. “I said ride me, Mia.”

Fuck. There’s something about being wanted by him that makes me want to do everything possible to please him, to keep his attention on me.

So I lean down, sucking, biting and kissing his neck, knowing damn well that I’m retuning the hickey favor, then slowly, I start riding him.

My mouth opens on a silent gasp, stunned by how I’m moving, the flexibility in my body that makes me ride him like a porn star.

“Fuck, Mia,” he hisses, grabbing my hips but he doesn’t try to control me, he just holds on and suddenly, I want him to come.

I want him to groan my name as he does so.

I get back up and start riding him in earnest, my breasts bouncing up and down. He grabs them, pinching my hardened nipples to the point of pain.

“Ah!” I scream.

“Yeah, that’s right, baby,” he purrs. “Show me how you fucking feel about me, Mia. Show me how you ride for me.”

Holy sex! What do I say to that besides clenching and riding and moaning?

“Yeah, you’re a Little Minx. Who do you belong to?” he hisses.

“Oh God, you!” I moan. “I belong to you.”

“That’s fucking right,” he moans, now meeting me thrust for thrust. “Don’t try to control it. Just let go.”

I do as I’m told. I don’t have a chance of holding back my orgasm, or any part of me from him.

I clench down on him so hard as I come that he sits up and starts fucking me and I know he’s right there with me. I thought I was done coming, but I’m a fucking liar, because as he fucks me deeper and harder than before, I clench even harder and he groans so loud that it moves through his chest and into me, making me moan loudly as a powerful, intense orgasm rips between us.

I have no idea how long we stay there, but tremors of my orgasm still rock me, and Julian holds me to him, his cock till hard in me. He runs a finger down my spine and I know that shook him off balance like it did me, and we don’t know how to pick up the pieces from here, both of us vulnerable and lost in each other.

It’s there. On the tip of my tongue. I can’t hold on to them any longer. I’ve known of course, for