Page 62 of Wicked Surrender

“I’m not asking for your secrets.”

I grunted. “You don’t ask for anything at all.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

I shook my head. “Not when it would make my fucking day if you asked me to kiss you again. Not when I jerk off to the fantasy of your asking me to stuff my dick into your tight cunt.”

Her lips parted again, and I enjoyed the shock and awe shining in her eyes.

“Just between me and you,” I said, “I’ve got a secret problem of thinking about you way too much.”

“Sorry,” she whispered, too hushed for it to be sincere.

“I can admit that I’ve got feelings for you, Laura.” I scooted in until her side was flush against my chest. “All I can think about is you.”

“That can’t be good for improving your grades.”

You fucking dork.I slowly grinned.

“Grades are the last thing on my mind.”

“That makes me the worst tutor on earth.”

“It also makes you the one thing, the one person, I dream about constantly.”

She watched me nervously. “You dream about me too?”

Oh, shit. You’re killing me.The idea that she could be dreaming about me was too much of a temptation.

“I’ve fucked my hand daily since you called my paper pathetic.”

She swallowed hard.

“I can’t stop thinking about slamming you against my door again and not stopping when I feel your sweet pussy dripping for me.”

Her teeth touched her lower lip again as she stubbornly stared me down.

“I can’t stop thinking about you crying out my name as I pound into your cunt and make those fucking tits bounce and jiggle.” I glanced down at them and exhaled a long, hard breath. She breathed deeply too, and I felt like a victorious warrior to have this impact on her. I was getting to her, too. There wasn’t a chance in hell that I was misreading her.

She wanted me too.

I knew that from when she kissed me back in my room.

I felt it when I slid my fingers under her shorts.

She wasnotfrigid, not at all.

For me, she was aroused and dripping wet. Needy.

“Jason…” She shook her head slightly, her eyes open wide. She wasn’t shy. Her blush was faint, not red like I was embarrassing her. Maybe exciting her instead.

“Is that too lewd for you? Too graphic?” I grunted a laugh. “Too fucking bad. That’s how it is in my head. I can’t stop these feelings for you. Where I want to pummel your pussy until you can’t walk. Where I want to grab your hair and silence you with my dick down your throat as you take every inch I give you. Where I can’t stand the idea of anyone making you go numb and lock down like you did at that party, because I can’t help the feeling of needing to break you, Laura. Of making you fucking shatter in the best way possible, when you’re wrapped around my dick and begging me to let you come.”

I tortured myself while watching her. The play of desire in her eyes captivated me, and I waited for her to react.

To speak.

For a long moment, we stared each other down. So many things passed between us, unspoken promises and pleas.

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