Page 100 of Not Your Little Girl Anymore

“Well, I don’t sleep with just anyone,” I drawl.

“Mmm.” He kissed the crook of my neck. A rush of warmth sparks all the way to my toes as his lips make a pathway along the expanse of my neck, his short beard tickles the skin. I lean my neck back to give him better access. His hands glide under the hem of my shirt as he traces my curves. He pushes into me, his dick pulsing against my thigh.

“I can’t believe she didn’t tell me.”

He groans. “Stop thinking so much about it.”

I want to because what Alec is doing with his hands feels like heaven and is turning me on, spreading goosebumps along the back of my neck and throughout my body. But when I try to push Chloe out of my head, she creeps back in, almost like she’s nagging me mentally.

Alec continues to grope me, touching all the right places while he kisses and bites my neck, the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

“It’s just… how could she not tell me? How could you not mention it? He’s so… he’s so him, and she’s so her. I…”

“Summer…” Alec’s tone became serious, causing me to clamp my mouth shut and look at him. He grabs my face. “Tyler is everything you think, but he’s also a really good guy. He’s had his shit together for a long time. Longer than any of us. He has goals and good morals, just like you and I. Call her in the morning but be sure you keep that fire inside of you. We don’t need a messy situation.”

I roll my eyes at his assumption that I’ll blow up on Chloe. “Jerk.”

He chuckles, leaning in to kiss me more.

I can’t help but think about what he said. Do I really have goals? The last time I checked, I left college and still have no clue what I should be doing with my life or what my passions are. I feel as though I have nothing.

The flick of his tongue over my earlobe causes a sudden rush of need that shoots straight to my core, wiping all the thoughts of Tyler and Chloe out of my head.

Reluctantly, I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning into his and breathing him in. When he angles his head to kiss me in a new spot, I press my lips against the crook of his neck, tracing a line with my bottom lip to his earlobe, gently sinking my teeth into the thick flesh. A groan comes from him, vibrating against my neck as he pushes his thick length harder against my leg. His body shudders under my touch and sends a rush of pleasure between my legs.

His hands come down to the button of my jean shorts. With one swift tug, they fall over my ass and pool onto the floor. His hands grip the back of my legs. He lifts me and sets me down on the countertop. It’s cool to the touch from the central air. A small screech from the sudden motion falls out of me. He leans in, kissing me with force. Dragging his tongue in and out of my mouth while our teeth clack together.

It’s rough and intense and everything I need.

His hands move to the top of his sweatpants. Without breaking the kiss, he pulls down his pants and boxers. His shirt follows shortly after.

He pulls out a condom and opens it, sliding it along his length. My eyes follow the movement while my teeth indent into my lip. I’d question where the condom came from, but at this moment, I don’t care. I’m just thankful he has one.

Not a second is wasted as his fingers wrap around his shaft, guiding the head at the entrance of my already wet pussy. The ridge of his erection rubs between my folds, sliding in effortlessly.

“God, you feel so good,” he moans.

“How good?” I push, rolling my hips into him.

He looks at me, those piercing gray eyes darkening. “So needy.”

I can’t help the smile on my face. Locking him in place with my hips, his thrust increases. His hands grip onto the thick flesh of my ass tightly.

“You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this all night.” He murmurs into my ear.

“Me too, oh god. Me too.”

He works himself flawlessly, leaving me shuddering and panting. His hand slides up my cortex to the edge of my neck. My head falls back, my pulse igniting from the bliss of pleasure.

Placing my palms on his back, my nails dig into his flesh. He growls, pushing harder and faster. He adjusts himself quickly, tugging my legs and resting them into the crease of his arm. The harder he pumps his hips, the more difficult it is not to scream.

“Oh, god. Alec. I…” I moan.

“That’s right. Let it out, scream for me.”

My back arches as my vision blurs from the intense feeling of him.

“Oh, god, Alec. I’m coming,” I say through ragged breaths.

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