Page 23 of Personal Foul

“You say the sweetest things,” I purr.

When he lays me on the bed and makes his way down my body, I pull him back to meet my face.

“As much as I love your tongue, I want your cock. It better be inside me in the next minute or I will beat your ass.”

He chuckles. “Maybe that’s my kink.”

I glare at him, making him laugh harder. Then I roll against him and his face loses the humor.

The next thing I know he has me stripped bare while he is positioned in between my legs, a condom on his cock while he strokes himself.

“You sure about this?” he asks.

I smile up at him. “Absolutely positive.”

Then he lines himself up, thrusting into me. He pauses once he’s fully seated as we both groan in pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good,mi reina. Like my pretty little queen was made specifically for my cock.”

I can’t answer him though. My body is going through some otherworldly shit right now. I feel so full, so right that my mind can’t comprehend why I haven’t been fucking this man my whole life. My pussy convulses at the thought of what else he can do, causing him to hiss.

He presses his forehead against me, placing a kiss against my lips.

“Move, Garrett. I need to feel you move,” I beg.

His eyes heat, his dick jumping inside of me. “As my queen wishes.”

He thrusts against me hard, setting a punishing pace. Each time he presses against me, his pelvic bone rubs across my clit, causing me to climb faster than I ever have before. I arch, coming hard against him.

Instead of slowing down, my orgasm spurs him on. One of his hands finds my hip, while the other wraps around my neck, pulling me in for a sloppy, passionate kiss.

As my second orgasm nears, I open my eyes to meet his. Inside his eyes, I see more than just passion and lust. I see an emotion that scares the fuck out of me. It’s too early for love, but it’s akin to it.

Before I can dwell any further, my second orgasm crashes into me, bringing Garrett over the top with me. We hold on to each other, going through our aftershocks.

He slides out, taking care of the condom quickly before returning to bed to pull me onto his chest.

I bask in the afterglow of two amazing orgasms, wondering once again why we haven’t done this sooner.

Before I can voice my question out loud, my worlds come colliding together.

My phone rings, the ringtone I assigned for Nick’s school.

“Shit, I have to get that.” I lean up to crawl off Garrett.

“Let it go to voicemail.” He pulls me back into him.

“Can’t, it’s important.” I swat his hands away, running down the hall to my bag.

I reach in and grab my phone, swiping right.

“Hello?” I walk back down the hall, leaning against Garrett’s bedroom doorframe.

“Hello, is this Ms. Kelly, Nick Kelly’s mother?”

“This is she.” I watch Garrett lower the sheet, stroking his cock with a smirk on his face.

I have no idea what the lady on the phone is saying until, “We need you to come on down and meet with the principal.”

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