Bitter Kisses (It's Just High School #3) - Thandiwe Mpofu Page 0,162
can see us. Just one glance at us and anyone can see what’s happening but for the first time since being kidnapped and abused by Sean and Shane Matthews, I don’t give a damn.
“You know it’s always been me for you,” Julian rumbles in my ear.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “I love it when you say yes to me.”
I love it when he makes me surrender control to him, but still secure in his alpha tendencies to make me feel empowered, beautiful and safe in his arms.
“You’re already wet, aren’t you?”
“Oh God, yes.”
“Julian,” he murmurs against my lips. “There’s no need to call me God in public.”
This. Guy! With one hand alternating between sensually tugging at my breasts and another sliding down to my skirt in front of our new home which I haven’t seen the inside of yet, I feel him slip his hand into the waistband.
He finds me soaking wet and easy access. But he pauses, then slips his fingers out again. My eyes flash open.
“Julian, please. Don’t tease me.”
He smirks.
“When I touch you there and fuck you with my fingers, I know your pretty little greedy cunt will grip them tight, hungry for what I can give it, wanting to come as hard as you know I’ll make you.”
“Oh yes,” I whisper
“I need to reacquaint myself with your body, and you need to see understand mine again,” Julian says. “Because we’re not the same anymore.”
A shudder rocks through me when he leans in, looking into my eyes, then to my lips as his fingers travel down my body and then slips in my panties, pushing them aside again, until he gets to my sleek, wet and clenching pussy.
My core tightens with tension.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Mia, every inch of you” He plumped one breast in his hand before taking my nipple into his mouth. “And if I have to spend the rest of my life proving that to you, giving you your confidence back, then I will.”
With that, he plunges two fingers in and thrust five times in a relentless staccato, hitting my G-spot with ease.
“Fuck,” I cry out, but he silences me with a kiss so scorching, I feel like I’m being consumed from within.
This time when he kisses me, the lash of his tongue in my mouth is so wicked, so sensual, so devastating that I feel like I’m close to falling part and he has barely touched me.
I feel my core tightening with each thrust and when he adds another finger, I can’t stand it anymore.
I want more of him. I feel greedy and reckless, sliding my hands up his body, feeling each muscle of his sweat dampened skin clench.
I want to disarm him as he so easily does me, desperate to relearn him so I can make up for all the lost time we suffered, when I should’ve been doing this with him, instead of trying to be some sort of martyr.
I start searching for the spots that make him growl and moan and lose control, reckless abandon taking over as I scissor my legs with his, giving him more access.
“Baby we’re in still outside,” he whispers in my ear, his words a cross between an orgasmic growl and the one sin that will take me to the depths of hell.
And I really don’t give a damn.
“We’re hidden.”
“Yeah, but I can’t share you like that, not in any fucking way because baby, you’re loud when you get hot for me. That still hasn’t changed, and it won’t ever change.”
“But I’m ready,” I whisper against his lips. “I’m so ready.”
Through it all he doesn’t once falter in his ministrations, thrusting in me, harder, faster, with ease and a twinkle in his eyes that lets me know he’s thoroughly enjoying this.
“I know you are, but I can’t take you here.”
“You’re killing me.”
“You have a tight cunt and your moans are fucking loud when I drive you insane. Besides, I want you in my bed the first time we’re in this house.”
And with that, Julian, lifts me up bridal style and soon, we’re past the double oak doors and into a perfectly lit house that I don’t really notice because all too soon, we’re in a large, beautiful room. But all I see, is the huge, fluffy bed.
When he puts me down, I scramble to get up, wanting to do something I’ve always wanted to do but never actually had the chance.