Page 32 of Sweet Possession

Me: Do you have your driver’s license?

She replies within seconds.

My angel: No. I have enough money from playing poker that I can afford to do it now. I was thinking about it. You must have read my mind.

I smile at the fact we are so in tune with each other, and my thumbs fly across the screen.

Me: I’ll have a look online for the closest DMV, then we can go and apply for it this week.

As if sensing her, I lift my head and watch as she sashays through the school gates. She walks with grace and elegance. She may not have the money that most of the students in this place do, but she’s worth one hundred times more than anyone at Coral Lakes. Me included.

Satisfied that my angel is safe, I push open my door and slide out. I’m just about to stride inside when a familiar voice stops me.

“Hey, man.” He speaks as if we’re still friends.

Turning, I face him. Now that I know he’s taking over one of Remi’s classes, I need to be more inconspicuous of my feelings for her. If he gets even the tiniest of inklings that something is going on with me and my angel, he’ll use it against me. “What do you want, Brody?”

He sighs. “Can we grab a drink later? Like old times?”

I chuckle incredulously. This idiot thinks we can just go back to how we were. I start towards the building, throwing over my shoulder a firm “No.”

Pulling the door open, I make my way to my classroom, only to divert to the library. For some reason, I need to claim my girl after my run in with Brody and knowing that she will be spending an hour with him today. I send her another message. It’s risky, and she probably won’t go for it, but I need to see her.

Me: Don’t go to homeroom, meet me in the library.

I push through the doors and glance around. A smile curves my lips when I find it empty. I knew it would be. The staff normally show up after homeroom, ready for first period when students can come here to do work. My cell beeps, drawing my attention to the screen.

My angel: What? No, Asher. I can’t skip.

My reply is instant.

Me: You can, and you will. Don’t make me come and get you. Meet me at the back. I’ll be in the art history aisle.

It’s not a threat she should take lightly. She knows I’ll do it. There is no end to the things I will do to ensure Remi is mine. Even down to getting her pregnant. I had decided to wait until school finished before I did that, but now I’m not so sure. I have this primal need to make her mine in every way possible. It’s selfish of me, but I never pretended to be someone else. I’m selfish when it comes to my angel. The door opens, and footsteps on the tiles drag me out of my thoughts. Pushing them aside, I focus on the matter at hand and the fact that Remi did as I asked. She is such a good girl for me. She’s perfect.

Mine.

“Asher?” she whispers as she draws closer.

Stepping out of the shadows just as she hits the section I’m hidden in, my hand darts out and I grab her. My hand covers her mouth, suppressing her yelp. Spinning her to face me, I back her up to the bookshelf. Her chest heaves as her eyes glisten. She has never looked so beautiful. Seeing it’s me, all the tension leaves her body. I remove my hand and grin down at her.

“You’re an asshole. You scared me,” she accuses.

Pressing my lips to hers, I whisper, “I’m sorry, angel.” I’m not sorry. It turns me on, seeing her like this. At my mercy.

“What do you want? We can’t be here, doing this. Someone might catch us.” She is saying one thing, but her eyes say another. She’s aroused.

Reaching down, my hands circle her soft thighs and I lift. She wraps her legs around me as her hands clamp down on my shoulders so as not to fall. She swallows before her little tongue darts out and runs across her full bottom lip. Jesus, she is the hottest little thing I have ever seen. “Don’t worry, angel. No one is around. It’s just us,” I say before my lips smash to hers, silencing any of her protests.

My angel gasps, allowing me access to her mouth. I kiss her like she is the air I need to breathe. She is. I need this girl like I have never needed anyone. She makes me feel things I have never felt before. Things that are scary and maybe a little immoral, but I decided a long time ago that I’m just going to embrace it. There’s a reason this girl came into my life and turned it upside down.

My right-hand snakes under her skirt that is so little, it should be illegal, and I push her panties aside. She shudders against me as I slip a finger into her tight, wet heat and pump. Breaking the kiss, I look down at her. “You are the sexiest little thing, angel. Look at you right now. Beautiful,” I praise.

“Asher,” she breathes as she rides my finger. I want more though. Unbuckling my belt, I flick the button and pull down my zipper with my free hand as I pin Remi between my body and the shelves. I free my rock-hard cock. It bounces between us, desperate to be inside its home. Pulling my finger from her pussy, I shove her panties further aside, line my cock up with her entrance, and thrust inside her. My lips crash to her mouth, covering her cries as I pump into her like a man possessed. I fuck her hard, fast, never letting up for even a second.

Her pussy contracts around my length, and I know she’s close. Reaching down, I circle her little bundle of nerves, knowing it will set her off, have her seeing stars. I’m proven right when, only seconds later, her cunt clamps down around me so hard, I swear she nearly breaks my dick. I swallow her screams of pleasure, thrusting a couple more times before my own orgasm barrels through me and my dick jerks as I release my seed inside her.

My head lands on her shoulder as I come down from my high and try to catch my breath. Pulling back, I look at her. The sated look she’s wearing tells me she needed that just as much as me. “Now that was a quickie.” I press a kiss to her lips. “You’re exquisite, angel,” I pant.

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