Adrian x Belvina book.
Adrian Parker has always been the rock-steady, reliable, the friend who would drop everything to help others, even when his own world was crumbling. Beneath the smiles and jokes, however, lies a man haunted by the weight of pa...
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Listen to Thinking 'Bout You by Dua Lipa
*Warning-mature content*
"How are you still single?" I asked in a soft whisper like I didn't intend for her to hear. Maybe helping her to study was a bad idea. The first ten minutes into using the flashcards we'd argue about a topic involving nursing ethics, we'd order McDonald's and now the TV was on but neither of us was watching it. We always jumped into a new topic to talk about or argue about. We lost track of time and we didn't care. I loved watching her laugh at my dumb questions involving her major. Now she was laying on her back on the couch, her feet resting on my thigh as she chewed on the leftover fries. I'd absentmindedly place my hand on her feet as I read questions from the flashcard.
I tried desperately not to bask in the smoothness of her skin, her beautiful manicured small feet, and her bare thighs leading to her inner thighs. The tiny little shorts did little to hide my imagination. The material pulled up and hugged her hips outlining her inner thigh and whenever she paths her thighs my eyes get a glimpse and I feel my dick twitch. She was killing me.
"I'm scary," She replied and her warm laughter made me smile.
"No, you just don't take anyone's bullshit," I said and she held my gaze for a few seconds.
"What's on your mind?" I inquired watching the way she hesitated. "Tell me, Vixen," I urged.
"You're the worse cheerleader ever, why do you argue with me whenever I give an answer." She said with a frown. She was too cute.
"I'll do better from now on."
"Don't fake it," she said kicking me.
"I won't," I smiled grabbing her feet in one hand, her skin was so soft.
I asked more questions and whenever she got it right, I gave her high-fives and said every sweet word to her that she couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous it was.
"What should you do before administering beta-blockers?" I asked and turned the flashcard around to read the answer.
I froze when I felt her feet stroke my cock, I turned to look at her to see if she was unaware or if it was an accident, but she held my gaze as her feet kept stroking my dick. Her eyes were curious like her intrusive thought took over. I groaned as her foot trailed down to my balls, I was growing hard and I couldn't believe I was about to spill in my pants from a foot job. Even if I had so many countless sexual encounters, I had never gotten a foot job. I wasn't even sure if that was a thing but now experiencing it from Belvina might have given me a new kink which felt sick.
"Vixen," I grunted throwing my head back at the pleasure growing from her movement. It was as if she knew the right spot to touch even if her movement was tentative.
"Does it feel good?" she asked, her voice soft and filled with curiosity. She looked so innocent in the way she was staring at me.
"You're gonna make me shoot in my pants if you keep doing that," I said grabbing her knee and pulling her body closer to mine.
