Page 30 of Just for Fun
Kyle
Zara hasto be one of the weirdest women I have ever dated. The only difference here is that we’re not dating. Also to note, she is not exactly my type.
While my brain can look at this from a purely objective perspective, my cock refuses to cooperate. It knows what it wants, and it apparently wants Zara Bray.
The butterfly kisses she places on my lips make me feel like I am back in middle school. Back then, I would’ve killed for a girl to kiss me like this. I would’ve most likely come in my pants, too.
But now, I need more, especially from Zara, who I would’ve never in my life pegged as someone I’d want to make out with.
I realize with a start that as I am giving it my all, she just stares at me. Her mouth is barely open while her eyes are wide and unblinking. Not sure if it should freak me out or not. Up until now, I thought she was just a bit odd. But this move with her eyes is putting her into the psycho category.
Maybe it’s me who is the problem? Is she not into the kiss?
I almost roll my eyes to myself at that. She is not into it because this doesn’t qualify as such.
“Open for me, baby,” I whisper against her shiny lips.
Like the good girl she portrays to the world, she responds immediately, her mouth opening more. Electroshocks go through me from the tip of my lips and down to my cock. She tastes amazing, and I need so much more.
Not caring that we are in such a public space, I bring my hands up to her face and press my thumbs to each side of her jaw. Out of reflex, I want to squeeze harder so that she’s not able to get away from me.
“Wider,” I groan, my tongue licking at her lips a lot gentler than I’d like to.
Her hands latch onto my forearms, her fingernails digging into my skin. I’m pretty sure she is about to draw blood, and it turns me on like never before.
“Yes…” She moans, but I haven’t even done anything yet. Time to up my game.
Without taking my mouth off hers, I angle her body until she is pushed against the car. My tongue dives into her mouth, and my taste buds are instantly flooded with her taste.
“Fuck…”
My hands are now clenched into her hair, to the point where I can’t control how hard I’m pulling. Her taste is the sweetest I have ever encountered. I don’t want it to end.
Pressing my hips into her, I push her harder into the car, willing her without words to hop up and wrap her legs around my waist. The more I kiss her, the more I want to take her home with me.
“Kiss me back!”
It sounds more like a command rather than a request when I say that to her, because I suddenly realized that all this passionis one sided. There is no way that she’s not feeling it. I refuse to accept it.
My breathing is out of control as I wait for her to do something, anything. There is complete lack of oxygen to my brain, to the point where I almost miss the first tentative push of her tongue inside my mouth. It’s as if she’s not sure of what to do with it.
“Yes!” I let out an encouraging groan, hoping that will help her out. Instead, she completely freezes on me. With her tongue still in my mouth.
I’ve never been this confused in my entire life, so I pull my head back. That leaves Zara with her tongue still out. Her eyes are squeezed tightly, and she looks kinda… scared.
“Babe, what are you doing?”
She jumps in place so aggressively that I feel bad for saying anything. Under normal circumstances, I’d be laughing my head off at the situation, but it’s beyond obvious that these are not normal circumstances.
“Oh my God!” She presses a hand to her chest. “This is the most embarrassing experience of my life!”
She turns around, ready to get in the car. When she rushes to get in the driver seat, there’s a loud thump.
“Ow,” she cries out.
I drop to my hunches next to the open door. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know,” she cries out. At least I think that’s what she says. Before long, she drops her head against the wheel, leaving me to just stare at the side of her.
