Page 10 of Alliance

Wordlessly, he does. Bringing me to a newly built apartment building, an old five-story parking garage turned into rentals. The building has an edge to it and once we get to his unit I’m met with a large open-living space with an industrial feel. The ceilings are tall and the windows are huge, letting the silver light of the moon cast its glow on the hardwoods.

I’m barely inside the space before he has me pressed against the wall, one hand roaming the side of my body while the other comes to palm my cheek. The warmth of his skin permeates my soul, igniting parts of myself I hadn’t realized were cold and dying until his fire was licking at my flesh.

Warm, full lips come to mine, pressing against me softly at first, and then harder. Taking everything I have to give. I meet him there, tongue for tongue, war for war. I give myself over to him, willingly, longing to feel everything I’ve been missing.

Longing for that spark, that fire, knowing that this might be the only time in my life I experience it.

The hand on my side snakes lower and then tugs at the hem of my dress before going underneath the fabric. I suck in a harsh breath as he comes closer to my core, every nerve in my body on edge, waiting for that friction it desperately wants.

Fingers graze my center over my panties, making me whine with anticipation.

Tattoos stretch across his body, black ink that whirls and moves fluidly over his tanned skin. I want to trace every inch of the ink, decode every design that marks his body. I writhe beneath him, against the wall, a small whine leaving my lips as I buck my hips, searching for any amount of friction I can get.

“Patience,” his raspy voice tells me, a smirk rising on his lips.

I have none of that, I want him there now. I want all of him, everything he has to give. I need to feel.

Him.

Everything.

I need it all.

The uncertainty of my future is hovering over me, making everything feel like a last opportunity. Like this might be the last time I get to be with someone I choose, with someone who doesn’t see me as a bargaining chip.

“Please,” I beg, bringing my own hand on top of his, trying furtively to bring his fingers where I desperately want them.

“Lana,” he admonishes me, but my name on his lips sounds perfect. “Are you sure,angel?”

Angel.

I don’t feel like an angel. I don’t feel like the type of good girl who deserves that pet name. I’m out here betraying my family, doing something I know I shouldn’t be.

But right now, I’m choosing this. Deciding to be in this moment, here with him.

“Yeah,” I breathe out. “I’m sure.”

He doesn’t ask again, instead letting his fingers drift under the band of my thong. A boot-clad foot comes between my black Converse and with a tap he instructs me to widen my stance. I oblige.

Power doesn’t always come from being the loudest, the strongest, the one with most control. Sometimes, it comes from letting go.

And with Naz, I let go.

I let him take control of the moment. He uses my widened stance to get better access to my pussy, spreading my lips and dragging his finger through my wetness.

“Pretty girl,” he purrs, bringing the digit to my swollen clit. “You’re all turned on for me?”

I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks from his words, feeling dirty beneath his grasp, but only for a minute. He draws lazy circles around the bundle of nerves with his finger while his other hand rakes through my hair. He brings his lips to my ear, the stubble scratching across my cheek. “Can you be a good girl for me?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nod enthusiastically, ready for him to take me. His fingers pinch my clit, making me gasp loudly, before he pulls them away. “Words,angel.I want to hear you.”

“Yes,” I say frantically, begging for the stimulation to return. “Yes, I can be a good girl.”

He tugs at the hem of my dress, lifting it over my head and casting it aside. Brown eyes peer down at me, beaming with pride. “On your knees,” he demands, and I drop, letting my knees hit the hardwood floor of his apartment, eagerly awaiting what comes next.

Naz unbuttons his shirt, tossing it to the floor before he unzips his black jeans, letting them fall and kicking them off along with his shoes. His boxers follow quickly, until he stands bare before me.

He strokes his considerable length with one hand while the other grasps my hair. I waste no time, and leaning forward, I lick down his shaft. When I hear moans escaping from above me, I continue, licking the length of his cock before taking the tip into my mouth.

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