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IF YOU KNEW
Wyatt
Gemma Greyson goes out of her way to avoid me because she’s shy. So my original plan was to sit back and wait for her to come around. But time’s up.
I’m done waiting. I know what I want and I’m going for it!
Unbeknownst to Gemma, I’ve been studying her social media. And thanks to her Facebook page, I know that she loves Cherry Garcia ice cream and every Jeff Buckley song known to man. Last year, on her birthday, I playedIf You Knewby Jeff Buckley loud enough, so she could hear it through our shared wall.
I also know that she’s a second grade teacher at Marie Curie’s Elementary School. And more recently, I learned that she has an old paperback copy ofWuthering Heightsby Emily Brontë that her grandma gave to her when she was in high school. She claims that she’s read it over five hundred times.
But most importantly, and ABOVE ALL ELSE, I know that she CAN’T possibly be more obsessed with me than I am with her.
I want to learn everything about her. And these days, she’s all I ever think about.
Just a few moments ago, I decided to knock on her door because I heard her moan my name…and I nearly busted a nut in my sweatpants. I don’t have the most common name, so I know that IT WAS MY NAME that she just cried out.
Fuck, I’ve wanted her since the first time that I laid eyes on her. And at this point, nothing will stop me from making her mine.
I even stopped dating because I don’t want anybody else. Hell, I haven’t even been with a woman since the first time that I laid eyes on Gemma. She’s it for me. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.
I have a confession to make, though. I jerk off to her every night. Only to thoughts of her. That’s the only release that I allow myself. And up until now, it’s been staving off my hungry urges. But now that I heard her moan my name, I need the real thing. She needs it, too.
With a growl, I pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist. Then I carry my beautiful girl into her bedroom. Right now, she’s wearing the cutest pajama shorts and a t-shirt.
“How did you know this is my bedroom?” she hiccups adorably.
“My apartment has the same layout as yours,” I remind her.
Her chest heaves up and down. “Oh, right.”
“Do you have any other questions for me?” I ask, trying to put her at ease. “You can ask me anything.”
Her brows knit. “Are you seeing anyone?”
“No. The only girl that I want is you,” I say before gripping her chin tightly with my free hand. “ARE YOU seeing anyone?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“Good. Keep it like that,” I grumble. Then, with unbridled determination, I lay her down on her bed. Next, I crush my lips to hers. Afterward, we make out like crazy for several minutes as I dry-fuck her hard. More than anything, I want her pussy soaking wet and ripe for the fucking. “Do you like when I grind my cock on you?”
“Yes,” she whispers against my lips.
“Me too,” I reply, smiling. Then I lift her t-shirt off and suck on her tits. “Christ, you’re so beautiful, Gemma.”
“Oooooh…” she moans, her back arching up in such a way that she’s offering her mouthwatering tits to me.
Thank you, Lord…for this goddess.
“You were made for me.” With a growl, I indulge in a huge mouthful of each breast.
Gemma nods, letting out a breath. “Yes, I think so,” she remarks in a ragged voice.
“I know so.” I kiss a path from her breasts down to her waist and press my teeth against her hips. “Fuck, I love the sexy sounds that you’re making,” I admit. Then I leave gentle love bites along her inner thighs before pulling off her shorts.
“Oh Wyatt…Wyatt…Wyatt,” she mumbles, her body writhing on the bed.
