Page 77 of Blinded By Love

At the abandoned building, we kissed for a little before she told me she had to get home.

She didn’t text me later that night and I haven’t texted her even though I was desperate to hear something from her.

That night when I got home I reread the essay I wrote about her that I never turned in.

Even though Jaclyn did the whole project on me and her I only happened to do the project on her. Although I wouldn’t call it a project.

I wrote down certain things that I have noticed or learned about her. Whenever I need to get my fill of her, I read the pages, or whenever I have something new I want to add I will before going to bed.

At first the paragraphs were filled with simple things about how she pisses me off with her beauty and the attitude she has. But then during the past few months I've known her, things changed.

I ignore the looks from students I get while walking to where Jaclyn is sitting in the farthest row where it’s dark.

Jaclyn takes her headphones out as I move her bag to the floor and sit in the seat next to her. “What are you doing?”she asks while furrowing her eyebrows, staring at me with confusion in her eyes.

“Going to class.”

“You never go to class,” she mutters before going back to writing down notes.

I reach out to touch a strand of her hair. Goosebumps make their way onto Jaclyn's skin and she tenses before relaxing slowly.

The way I touch her interests me.

I know she’s never been touched and it makes me want to see what lengths I could take her to and how far she would let me.

She is so timid about touch and I can tell she hates it when people touch her. I notice the way her lips lift with a fake smile at Max whenever he hugs her. I know she is probably praying to God, begging him to let her go so she won’t have to ask him.

But with me, she likes it. I can tell by the way she blinks slowly or keeps her eyes closed.

Or the way a small smile plays on her mouth for a second.

When I kiss her, she breathes into my mouth, panting for me to give her air and I love the way that makes me feel.

I slowly slide my hand to the top of her thigh which makes her stop writing. Her hand pauses and I see the way her eyes pause on the projector, waiting for me to do something.

I keep my eyes on her while I rub small circles on her thigh. Jaclyn’s throat bobs up and down and she licks her lips before looking at her paper. Her hair gets in her face again, shielding me from seeing what I’m doing to her.

I’m barely doing anything to her and she is already close to being flushed. I have a feeling Jaclyn is sensitive.

Not in a bad way.

But in a way that makes her even more tempting for me to touch. I want to see what I could make her little body do with a single thrust of my cock in her cunt. Would she scream or whimper? Would she grip my arms or scratch my back?

The thoughts racing through my mind makes my vein throb and I already feel my erection coming to life slowly.

I slowly trail my finger to the inside of her thighs and Jaclyn presses her thighs together and looks at me.

“Stop,” she hisses before glaring at me.

Her cheeks are flushed and her voice sounds sensual even though I know she’s not doing that on purpose.

I lean closer to her, my finger making its way slowly to the spot between her thighs. She is warm down there. I can’t tell whether she is wet or not through the fabric of her jeans but I bet if I just undid a few buttons and slipped my hand inside her underwear I would find her soaked.

With my other hand I push a strand of hair behind her ear. “Stop what, princess?” I whisper, my tone soft and innocent.

“You can’t do this here.” She tries to move away from me but I grab onto her thigh and pull her closer to the edge of her seat.

She gasps as my lips touch her ear. “Answer this princess, if I slipped my hand in your underwear, would I find you soaked for me?” She turns her head so she can be face to face with me. Her eyes are dark, her cheeks are still flushed. I look at her chest and see how it rises and falls after every second. “Do I have to find out for myself?” I look up at her and raise an eyebrow.

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