“Siegfried,” I moan when the tip of his cock kisses my opening. I thought when he said he wanted to cum inside of me he meant my mouth. I brace my hands on his shoulders because as much as I want to taste him, I need this more. I want him to fill me up and hold me close. I longed for that connection
“Hey!” I protest as I slide my glasses on. “If they hurt, you’re not wearing them. Period, end of discussion,” he declares as he puts the car into drive. “Besides, your glasses are adorable on you.” Right, adorable. I don’t want to be adorable, I want to be irresistible. He could have easily had h
It’s late, and I haven’t heard from Rosie since this morning. I was going to pick her up from school, but she hasn’t answered any of my texts. I waited outside, but she never showed, so I waited for Dalton to come home. After looking in his room and in the pool house, I find him in the game room bla
He’s here. For a second, I was sure I’d dreamed him up, but he really is here. “How did you get in?” I can’t stop myself from reaching up and touching his face. He has a bit of scruff along his jaw, and it makes him even sexier than usual. For so long, I thought something was wrong with me. I never
“Fuck, that’s it, suck it all the way to the back of your throat.” Rosie does as I order, and I groan as her mouth surrounds my cock. It was hell leaving her bed this morning, but I knew she wouldn’t want us to get caught. That’s not how I want to meet her family, and she deserves better than a qui
I think I might have bombed that final. Okay, not bombed, but I didn’t give it my all. Is it terrible that I don’t really care? I’ve never loved school or the structure of it. I enjoy reading and learning things, but the pull to college has never been there. Two weeks ago, I thought it might be my o
Dalton pulls out his own phone with a smug expression on his face. My heart starts to pound so hard I’m sure everyone can hear it, but no one is paying attention. My little corner of the library is tucked away. My phone starts to go off, and I see texts from Dalton pop up. I already know from the lo
“I’m so sorry.” My sister finishes packing the last of Dalton’s things, and I take the bag from her. “I’m sorry too, but he’s gotta grow up at some point. Maybe this is what it’s going to take.” I called my sister this morning after dropping off Rosie, and she got on the first plane out. It starte