Page 39 of Broken Beauty
“God, Ariella, you have no clue what you do to me. You fucking ruin me.” I say, thrusting faster inside her.
I bring my hand that was on her throat to her breasts and play with her nipple, making Ariella arch her back so our chests meet.
Ariella wraps her arms around my neck and removes her lips from mine so that she can bite down on my shoulder.
She arches into me making me thrust deeper into her. I hit a spot that makes Ariella gasp and moan while she bites onto my shoulder even harder.
“Good girl,” I say while hitting it, again, and again, and again, and fucking again.
“Ash-“
“Just a little bit longer baby.”
I pull out all the way before thrusting back in harder. I reach my other hand down to her stomach and push down on her pelvis as I thrust in a few more times.
“Ah!” Ariella screams as she releases around me and I pull out and rip the condom off before releasing my load on her breasts.
Eighteen
Ariella
Present
Bridgette and I have a psychology exam next class so we’re studying in the library. We were going to go to Bridgette's house to study but what was the point if we were just going to drive back here?
Bridgette has a hard time studying so I am trying to help her concentrate but she just keeps looking around the library as if someone will come out and start shooting the whole place down.
She is a little nervous about the test but I told her she has no reason to worry because I know she will do amazing.
I mean, if I'm being honest, I'm having a hard time concentrating too.
After the club last night with Ash and Jace, my brain hasn't been able to focus. The moment between Ash and I on the dance floor with his hands around me, touching me, caressing me, and his lips lightly kissing my neck keeps popping into my head and every time it does I can't help but blush at the moment.
I can't get Ash out of my mind and that's a huge problem because he is distracting me when he shouldn't be.
I shouldn't be thinking about him or how I want him or how much I missed him touching me and kissing me.
I can't help but wish he was touching me and kissing me right now.
That night I had a dream of him and me.
In the dream, he told me how much he wanted me and I swear I had a little flashback of the night we spent in the sheets after we got home from the club.
My first time.
He made that night so special and I miss him and what we had.
After that moment between us on the dance floor, I went back to the table while Ash went outside and I didn't even get to see him the rest of the night. He just up and left without Jace, Bridgette, and I. I haven't seen him since.
I hate how I am subconsciously looking for him too.
“Wait, I think that they might have a book here on these terms,” Bridgette suggests.
She left her book at home and I never got the chance to buy one so I have been using hers for the semester.
When she told me she left her book I got so pissed because we had to use what we knew from our notes, which isn't really anything because Mr. Locke likes to mainly use class time for worksheets and not lectures or reviewing the book.
I roll my eyes at Bridgette and stand up. “I'll look for it. You keep writing down those definitions.”
