𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀
Nineteen year olds should be living their lives like it's their last but not Wuraola.
Wura has never set foot outside her home since she was born and she has no desire to especially if everything...
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I was probably thinking too much. Hence, the headache. It was like light taps inside my head...continuous non-fucking-stop.
The words on the pages of the book in my hand felt like they were floating.
I had read the same line fifteen times.
Fifteen bloody times!
"Are you okay?" I exhaled at the sound of the soothing voice. I gulped and held her tighter.
"Was -was it what I said?" I looked at her as she rested her chin on my chest, eyes threatening to shut and take her away in a deep sleep. Her lips parted slightly.
I mean...I don't mind seeing the tables turn...
Why was I making it such a big deal?
"I'm sorry. I sh-"
"It's not what you said, il mio Fiore. It could never be" I corrected her and she blinked at me. I patted her ass and went back to reading my book. Or at least trying to read it.
I could only focus on her fingers tapping against my skin like the keys on a piano. Her fingers were soft against my harder skin.
I inhaled deeply when she straddled me, her fingers running lightly along my chest but leaving a lasting tremor behind.
The book fell out of my hand and I was left staring at the little minx who had a proud smile on her face.
Like she knew what she was doing to me.
"I want a kiss, daddy" A long soothing trail from my chest up to my neck. Her voice was light, airy and silken. I slipped my hands to her thigh, gripping. Her lips pressed against my neck and I groaned.
The feeling was all too familiar. As familiar as I was with the electrifying burst, I could never get used to it.
She combed her fingers through my hair and I groaned, sliding my hand up to cup her ass over her nightdress.
"Fuck, Fiore"
Her tongue ran over my ear and I pushed my sheathed cock against her core. Light and breathy whimpers escaped her lips, only feeding my dark hunger to bury her face in the sheets and fuck her senseless. Listen to her scream my name.
I trailed a finger up her thigh, her hip and waist. I cupped her breast and gripped her neck.
She couldn't hide the moans even if she wanted to. She pulled away to look at me, breathless and certainly begging.
"Ah...I slave off in the kitchen to make you a burger and I don't even get this? But please, don't stop on my account" I could hear the smirk in his voice as he walked into the room.
She pulled away and a bright smile on my face. One that made me ditzy and giddy.
I looked past her to find Gianni standing by the edge of the bed. His hair was messy and shaggy. His head was tilted to the side and he had that smirk on his face.
