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“Nobody is playing with you. This isn’t evenaboutyou,” I lied. “But I guess being the neighborhood hottie doesn’t come without a healthy dose of narcissism, huh?”
“So you’renotin here looking good as fuck in these other niggas faces, to make me jealous?”
I grinned. “… you think I look good?”
“Obviously.”
“Nope,” I shook my head. “If it was soobvious, you’d have come upstairs the other night and given me whatIneeded. And since you won’t – I’ll find someone whowill.”
I turned to walk away, only to have him grab me again, sandwiching me between his body and the wall.
“No, you won’t,” he told me, like it was up to him.
“Fuck you.”
Tristan smirked, bringing his mouthalmostto mine as he tightened his grip on my wrists. “Is that what I have to do, huh? Fuck some cooperation into you?”
“Yes. Please,” I murmured, making him chuckle as our lips pressed together. I pulled my wrists from his hold to fist handfuls of his shirt instead, pulling him into me as his tongue slipped into my mouth.
Devouring me.
He palmed my ass, easily lifting me to press into the wall behind us as my legs hiked around his waist. His dick was hard, and thick, pushing against the space between my legs – notremotelyhelping my soaked-panty situation.
Tristan’s mouth dropped to my neck, sucking, licking, biting, kissing, driving me crazy. He slid a hand between us, easily finding the spot, even through the thin barrier of my jeans, that had me panting as soon as he touched me there.
He didn’t just touch though.
He pressed, and rubbed, creating an inexcusably pleasurable friction that had me whimpering into his mouth as he kissed me.
“You want me to make you cum?” he asked, pulling away from my mouth to graze my earlobe with his teeth.
“Yes,” I answered, breathlessly.
“You’re gonna stop the games?”
“What games?”
His hand came away, and I quickly grabbed his wrist, bringing it back.
“Yes,” I told him. “But…”
“But what?” he murmured, doing something to my ear with his tongue that almost made me cum right then, with his fingers pressed to my clit through my jeans.
“I…need this,” I whimpered, telling the truth even though it was weak as hell to admit.
“You need… to cum?”
I nodded, offering an assenting groan into his mouth as he kissed me again, and finally started again with the friction from his fingers.
And this was blissful, really.
But no… this wasn’t what I needed.
I needed more – needed the experience, needed everything. No, I wasn’t a virgin, but now I needed my own,personalexperiences to replace the mission-critical ones that had shaped me.
I needed something else in my head.
Something I’d chosen, something that wasmine.
