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I don’t cheat; I don’t lie. Don’t hide who I am, or run from it. If she’s heard my name before, if she knows who I am and doesn’t want anything to do with my kind, this is her chance to bail. Maybe… Because at this point I’m not sure I could let her go.
“Zina Washington. Nice to meet you, Mateo.”
She thrusts her small hand at me, and I engulf her fingers into my huge paw. The feel of her soft skin, the warmth of our bodies mingling. Fuck! We’re standing so close that I can smell her. A tender, flowery scent, laced with a swirl of rich feminine musk. My cock jerks again.
I clear my throat. “Did you come with someone? Boyfriend, date?”
Zina shakes her head, biting down on her full bottom lip with a grin. Fuck. She’s so fucking cute. I could fucking eat her whole.
“Just my girlfriends. They’re over there, dancing.”
I don’t turn in the direction she’s pointing. Can’t detach my gaze from her for even a second.
I nod. “You go to school here?”
“Yeah, for my Masters.” My eyebrows rise. “Do you?”
I chuckle. Me, in a classroom. “Nah, baby. I was just here for an errand.” Zina’s head tilts to the side, her gorgeous face scrunching up with a frown of incomprehension. But before she can ask any question, I continue. “But now I’m done.”
I run my knuckles the length of her bare arm. Fucking needing to touch her, feel her. She shivers at the contact, her pupils blowing. Breathing fastening, making her big, round tits rise and fall deliciously.
“You wanna get out of here?”
Zina’s eyes widen. I get it, I’m a stranger. And I don’t exactly look like the college boys she’s used to. But I know she feels this thing between us. This pull. And when she nods, staring deep into my eyes, still worrying her lip with her straight, white teeth, I want nothing but to scoop her away and never let go.
6
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO - Zina
What are you doing, Zina Washington? Apparently following a perfect stranger to his car. Ignoring all the cautionary tales I’ve ever heard or read, logic, and good judgment. I’m operating on pure instinct. Guided by the raw, animalistic pull this man has on me. It’s inexplicable and uncontrollable. But something deep down in my very soul tells me he’s mine, and that I belong to him.
All it took was one look exchanged across a crowded room. A few words exchanged. Smiles, heated gazes. The brief brush of his hand on my arm. And I found myself more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. It’s completely insane. And if anyone had told me this, I wouldn’t have believed them. Me, the mild-mannered, aloof book hermit. With barely ever any interest in the opposite sex. I’m so worked up that I can hardly think. My breasts feel heavy with desire, my nipples hard enough to cut through glass, and my pussy… Lord, my pussy feels hot, like there’s a heaviness at my apex. Like it’s a pulsating beast between my legs. Pacing and growling for her mate. What is happening to me?!
But my heart? My heart is quiet, at peace, content. Like it knows this is right. Meant to be. Like Mateo’s large hand engulfing mine is the most natural things. Walking me to a dark alley down the street, where he parked his car. Our arms brushing, his heat seeping through my skin, his scent making me feel dizzy.
I have no clue what’s about to happen between us. Or maybe what I mean is how far will it get tonight. But I know deep down this is just a beginning. The start of us. This was the man meant for me, and now I found him.
* * *
It’s a warm night. The sky is clear, with stars burning bright, and the moon glowing above us. Matt presses my back to his black Camaro. That’s the type of car I would have pictured in him. Powerful, with stylish lines. It fits perfectly with his bad boy persona, the dark eyes and complexion, large body, imposing presence, and tatts. I think I’m in love.
Am I just being a stupid young girl, falling for the first edgy guy who’s showing me interest? Before my doubts completely invade my brain, he cups the side of my face, pressing his front to mine with just barely there pressure. Making me feel his heat, the bulk of his muscles, the hard line of his cock. Shit. I let out an involuntary moan. Which he follows with a low, growly sound that rumbles from his chest and vibrates between us.
“What the fuck are you doing to me, sweetheart?” He presses his full, warm lips to my jaw. “I’ve never felt like this.” Another kiss. This time, on my cheek. “You feel so fucking good. So perfect.” When his lips meet mine, I mewl like a kitty in heat, my hands instinctively coming up to frame his face and pull him closer to deepen our kiss. Our tongues make contact and the amazing taste of him spreads through my mouth. “Oh fuck. You taste so fucking good,” he mumbles, without interrupting the kiss. Our lips crushed together. Teeth clattering with the urgency of our movements.
“No, you feel amazing,” I moan into Mateo’s mouth, eliciting another deep growl.
His huge hands are everywhere. Around my waist, pulling me flush to his hard form. Squeezing my full hips hard enough to leave bruises. Cupping my generous ass, grinding against my core, the heat between us enough to light a fire. Thrusting and rolling his hips into mine. Dragging me up and down the length of his thick, long, hard shaft. Fuck!
My panties are soaking wet, my pussy lips engorged, my core throbbing and clamping on nothingness. Everything feels so good, and not enough… I fucking need him. So I let him know. “Mateo… please… I need you.”
“Oh fuck, baby. If you say shit like that, it won’t last much longer.”
“Now,” I beg, in a desperate whine.
My skirt is bunched up around my waist, one of my legs hooked over his hip. Matt’s jeans and my soaked panties, the only barrier between us. And I feel like I’m gonna die if I don’t get to feel his flesh against mine very soon.
“Fuck, sweetheart… can I taste you? You feel so fucking amazing… I need to taste you.”
