He’s so serious and I know with all of my heart, he’d keep me safe. His lips are so close to mine that all I need to do is just sit taller and I could taste what I’ve been missing. And I do, when he moans, I take it to the next level by straddling his lap. Never breaking contact. Love the feel of his cock straining between my thighs. If I wasn’t devouring him, I’d make sure to tell him the only Rockstar I want is him.
“Quinn, fuck baby. I’m gonna come in my pants if you keep grinding on me like that.” Well, I guess I need to fix that real quick.
My lips never leave his but my hands do some roaming of their own. A snap, a zip and he seizes my wrists in his hands. Stopping me from going any further. He searches my face when we break apart, I’m sure I look like a woman possessed, but I don’t care. My feet are constantly telling me to run, but my heart is what’s keeping me here. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before. Not even Zander.
“You can continue pushing me away and I’ll just keep coming back. I’m like a boomerang, I’ll keep coming back. I want you, Jet.” I wait with bated breath and for the life of me I have no idea how this is going to play out. Until, he flips me over and pins me with his solid body.
With his hands cupping my face, he leans in and whispers, “I can’t promise you tomorrow, but I can promise you today.”
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