*Intended for mature audiences- over 18***
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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.
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