Page 80 of Shattered Skull

He didn’t stop until I came down. Then he stood and grinned at me as he wiped at his lips.

“I want more,” I said, pulling him to me.

I tugged at his jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them down his hips.

“You want me to fuck you, Everly?” he asked, his voice deep and dark.

“Yes.”

He reached down, pulling his cock out and stroking it.

“Then say it.”

“Say what?”

“I want to hear the dirty word on your sweet lips. Tell me you want to get fucked.”

I looked down at his cock and the tiny bead of precum dripping from the tip. I wanted nothing more than for him to fill me up and send me over the edge again.

“I want you to fuck me, Aiken.”

The word felt foreign, but I liked how dirty it made me feel.

He lifted my leg and hooked my knee on his hip before he moved between my thighs. Still holding his cock, he ran the tip through my folds, mixing his precum with my orgasm.

He leaned back, and his eyes moved over my face. “I want to see your face when I shove my cock inside your little virgin pussy.”

I nodded, pulling him into me. I didn’t want to wait any longer. I was throbbing, my entrance aching for him. He lined up and began pressing the tip inside of me, but before he could breach my virginity, headlights filled the window of Zada’s room.

“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling back to look through the curtains to see if someone was there. “Shit. It’s Zada.”

He backed away from me, jerking his jeans over his hardness and buttoning and zipping. Grabbing the towel from the floor, he pushed it into my chest and went for the door.

Car doors closed outside as I wrapped the towel around me.

“What now?” I asked, thinking maybe we could go to his place and finish what we started.

He looked at me, and his expression hardened before my eyes.

“Now, we forget this ever happened.”

“What?”

“You heard me. It was a mistake. I had no business touching you.”

The front door opened and closed, and Zada’s voice echoed through the house when she called out my name.

A mistake?

He was calling me a mistake.

“How can you say that?”

He moved toward the door, his fingers curling around the knob before he pulled it open. “Easily. The truth is the truth. See you around, Cherry Girl.”

And then he left the room, leaving me standing there in the center of Zada’s space with only a towel wrapped around me.

Cherry Girl.

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