*Intended for mature audiences- over 18***
He lifted my hair and swept it over my shoulder. His lips were hot on my skin as he kissed my neck. “We can’t keep doing this. I can’t stand you,” I said in a shaky voice as I felt the tip of his tongue glide along the outside of my ear.
Garrett turned me so I faced him, his eyes smoldering as he looked down at me. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it over my head, leaving me in only my black lace bra. He traced his finger along the top of my breasts, making me shiver.
“I can’t stand you either. Your mouth just doesn’t know when to stop. The shit that you say makes me want to strangle you,” his voice was low and rough as he cupped my breasts, his thumbs rubbing my already taut nipples.
Garrett leaned down so that his lips brushed against mine. Our breath was coming in short, erratic bursts. “I don’t particularly like you Riley. But right now I want to fuck you,” he growled. My eyes widened, my heart sped up and my panties grew instantly wet.
My fingers curled into his messy hair and I pulled with enough force to make him wince. “You’re an asshole,” I whispered, not trusting my voice at the moment. Garrett’s emitted a low groan as I yanked on his hair again. I bit his bottom lip, pulling it into my mouth.
“And I want you to fuck me,” I said raggedly. Garrett gripped the back of my head, holding me in place as his mouth slammed down on mine. I hated him. He made me want to pull my hair out. But goddamn it, I wanted to taste every inch of him. And I knew by the frantic way he touched me, that he felt the same way.