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catch movement in the distance, and my gaze finds Vito standing on the other side of the large space. He is casually leaning against a tree, taking a bite of an apple while watching us like we’re acting out some soap opera.
Strange
That’s when an idea hits me… Maybe I can kill two birds with one stone here. I quickly scan the entire sunroom, happy to find only us and Vito. Perfect.
Uh oh…please tell me he’s not gonna do what I think.
Aspen finally gets her zipper to close and pushes herself off the ground. She slings her bag over her shoulder, ready to walk off when I grip her by her hips and start walking her backward. “What are you—” Her words cut off when her back contacts the rough bark of the tree. Her breath hitches as she looks up at me in confusion.
He wouldn't ...
Sunlight catches in her hazel eyes, and for the first time, I can see all the colors in them, every little speck of blue, brown, and green. Almost like an intricate mosaic, tiny pieces artfully arranged around her iris. I’m so mesmerized by their beauty that for a moment, I forget everything else around us.
Mans is lowkey down bad
“We can’t. You can’t…” Her gaze moves to something behind us. No, not something. Someone. Vito.
Strangeeee
Little does she know, this entire charade is to prove to him she’s mine, completely, every inch, every tear, every single smile or moan; it all belongs to me. She might have kissed him, but she did it in a fit of rage. He means nothing to her, and I’m going to slap him in the face with that truth right now.
Possessive much
Her tongue darts out over her bottom lip, and I’m tempted to take that lip of hers between my teeth and bite it. But kissing is intimate, and I don’t want Aspen to get the wrong idea. We aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend. We’re enemies.
How long we gonn keep using that line ?? Knowing damn well, it’s you too who keeps getting the wrong idea.
“He’s watching us,” she whispers, trepidation lacing her words. I lean into her, my lips just below her ear. “Let him. Let him watch how you come apart just for me. I want him to know who you belong to. Who this pussy belongs to.”
Hmmm. This is.. hmmm
She’s always well-manicured, leaving a little strip of hair down the middle. My mouth waters, and I’m truly tempted to fuck her rather than finger her. I want to be inside her so badly. Pre-cum beads at the tip of my cock, and I can feel myself growing thicker with every second.
Okaayyy
