“Me?” Kristen said, wondering why that came off as a question while he kept moving, teasing her with the tip until it once again found her entrance.
“I have the woman that I’ve loved my whole life on top of me, naked, and incredibly beautiful and her soft pussy drenching my cock,” Garrett said softly as he leaned up and brushed his lips against hers. “I’d say that I was winning.”
“Except you’re not the one in charge right now,” Kristen reminded him as she slowly pushed back, taking the tip inside of her.
“Are you sure about that?” Garrett asked, shifting beneath her seconds before she felt him push inside her, the move causing her to close her eyes on a moan as she focused on just how good he felt making his way inside her.
“Yes,” she mumbled weakly as she felt the thick, soft tip slide inside her as he stretched her, filling her better than anyone ever had before.
When he couldn’t push any more of his cock inside her, he slowly pulled back until just the tip was inside her and pushed back inside her, making it easier to take a little more. He kept doing that, over and over again, until finally he was all the way inside her and she found herself sitting on his thighs.
“Tell me,” Garrett said, pulling his arms away and forced her to slap her hands on the bed so that he could cup her hips in his hands.
“I don’t remember,” Kristen lied, shifting on top of him, the move causing her back to arch as the large cock deep inside of her twitched, sending a jolt of pleasure throughout her body.
“Liar,” Garrett said softly, leaning up to brush his lips against hers as he used his hold on her to move her.
“Garrett, please,” Kristen said, not quite sure what she was begging him for as she began rolling her hips, unable to resist moving on him, needing to move, as she licked her lips.
God, he felt so good.
“When?” he asked, shifting one hand between their bodies and-
“When you snuck into my room after I had my tonsils out so that you could hold my hand all night,” Kristen found herself admitting when his thumb began teasing her clit again.
“And when did you stop?” Garrett asked, rolling his hips to meet her, the thumb playing with her clit driving her crazy and-
“When?” Garrett asked when she suddenly found herself rolled onto her back and the hand that had been teasing her clit kneading her breast as he took over, taking her in long, slow strokes that left her trembling.
She opened her eyes to find him watching her, his gaze searching hers as he kept moving and-
“Never,” Kristen found herself admitting as she reached up and cupped his face in her hands and pulled him down for a kiss that quickly turned hungry.
As he kissed her, he kept moving, kept rolling his hips, taking her at a pace that had her moaning softly only to have him move faster, thrust harder, fucking her harder, the move sending pleasure throughout her body, making it difficult to hold back her pleas for him to move faster, to fuck her even harder, until finally, she felt him swell inside her seconds before he released a loud groan, tearing a scream from her throat as pleasure suddenly exploded throughout her body, leaving them lying there, struggling to catch their breath as Garrett broke off the kiss and-
“Please don’t hurt me again,” Kristen found herself whispering as she watched his expression soften.
“I promise,” Garrett said, brushing his lips against hers as she found herself slowly exhaling, praying that this wasn’t another game.
CHAPTER 34
Hawthorne Hill High School
Bridgewater, MA
“Why?”Reed finally asked, truly at a loss for words as he rubbed his hands down his face, wondering how they got to this point.
“That’s what I’d like to know,” came the answer, followed by a long-suffering sigh that had him dropping his hands away so that he could glare at the teenage girl who was put on this earth to make his life a living hell as she searched through his candy bowl. Never taking his eyes off the reason why half the teachers at the school drank, Reed reached down, opened the bottom desk drawer, grabbed the Ziploc bag filled with individually wrapped chocolate fudge brownies that were labeled, “Jen’s ‘Special’ Brownies,” and tossed them on the desk.
“What’s this?” Jen asked, selecting a chocolate kiss as she sent the bag of brownies a curious look.
“If I had to guess, I’d say the reason why Mrs. Hanson thought that she was invisible,” Reed drawled, watching as Jen’s lips twitched before she managed to bite it back.
“And probably the same reason why Mr. Jorgenson thought his sandwich was out to get him,” she said with a heartfelt sigh.
“Probably,” Reed murmured in agreement as he leaned back in his chair while he considered her. “But you know what I couldn’t help but notice?”
“What’s that?” Jen asked, tossing the chocolate kiss back in the candy bowl and focused on the brownies.
