I feel my pussy dripping, begging for more.
He replaces my hand with his own, pinching my nipple hard before giving it a sharp flick. The shock tears through me, my back arching off the bed—my body can’t take it.
The sound of our bodies slapping is pure porn, and I’m losing my mind. My pussy tightens around him, and he feels every bit of it—gripping my thighs tighter, he tugs me closer until I’m swallowed by him. He buries himself inside me with one brutal final thrust, and I come undone, taking him with me.
“Fuck baby… this pussy feels so good”, he murmurs against my mouth before kissing me softly. He pulls all eight inches out of me, a helpless moan escaping. I don’t even try to hold it in.
Fuck… he feels unreal.
Turning he grabs a towel hanging in his closet, cock still throbbing and hard as he wipes himself clean. I love to watchhim touch himself—even if it is him just wiping himself off. It’s enough to turn me on all over again.
I guess you can say I’m pretty much obsessed with him too. Him and his dick—in that order.
He walks over, brown eyes dark with hunger, and gently wipes me clean. He slides my underwear back up, his fingers dragging slower than they need to giving how much time we have.
But my body’s too weak to argue right now.
He lifts me easily, helping me sit upright before slipping my heels onto my feet. He leans in, kissing me again, deep and unhurried, letting his lips linger until all I can taste is him.
“Come on, sexy,” he murmurs against my lips. “We don’t want to be late…even though I’d much rather spend the rest of the night buried inside you.”
I bite back a grin. “Keep talking like that and we’re never making it out the door.”
His eyes darken, voice dropping low. “Don’t tempt me, Jaine. I will rip that pretty little dress off and make sure wecan’tleave.”
A shiver runs through me, every nerve screaming for me to test him—to call his bluff,to let him.
My lips part, ready to say something reckless, but I swallow it down, forcing myself to stand. The look he gives me says he knows exactly how close I am too giving in. He smirks, gathers his keys and wallet, and threads his fingers through mine.
As we step outside, the cool air hits my skin feels heavy. A part of me is still inside that room, wishing I’d let him follow through on his threat.
At eighteen, being here with him feels like I just stepped into a world I may or may not be ready for. But it’s also one I can’t see myself turning away from either. Everything abouthim pulls me in—the way his eyes darken when he looks at me, the way his voice drops when he says my name—the warmth of his hand finding mine like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
He has this calm confidence that makes me feel safe, even when I’m trembling inside.
Being able to fuck in the middle of the day then go to dinner afterwards, definitely doesn’t feel like the normal thing to do being so young.
But when he touches me, it’s like everything else disappears.
The way his body molds against mine, the way he holds me—it’s more than just hunger and desire. It’s the kind of closeness that feels like he’s reaching somewhere deeper, somewhere I can’t even hide.
Every breath, every moment between us is a feeling I’ve been longing for.
It’s raw and consuming all at once—like being completely undone and finally found at the same time.
Being with him always feels like the fairytale I’ve been waiting for. The kind that makes you believe in forever, even when you know forever isn’t promised to any of us. He makes me feel seen, like every broken piece of me finally fits somewhere. And maybe that’s why even when I’m afraid of where this will go, I’d still choose him—every single time.
Chapter Nine
Hooked
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t only takes six minutes before we’re pulling into the restaurant parking lot. Which basically answers my question before I can even ask it.
Did he bring me here because he likes the food, or because it’s close enough to drag me back into his bed before I could blink?
The guy’s sex drive is ridiculous. We’ll have sex all day and night if it was up to him.
