Jeremy Meeks. The same guy I teased when we were
young. The same guy who lived across from me
back in high school. The same guy I thought was
too geeky and short to ever catch my attention.
Until now. Jeremy is nothing like the guy I envisioned
years ago. And when we finally meet again at
our high school reunion, I'm speechless. He remembers
me. And I'm glad. Because there's nothing I want
more than to grab his attention. We make it out
onto the patio overlooking the beach. It's a
huge villa rented by the whole team to celebrate
15 years since our graduation. I'm looking out
at the sea, but I can feel his eyes on me. I
can feel the tension between us. I know it's
been years, but right now I want to do the unthinkable.
I want to make out with this man on this balcony
and have him fuck me 10 ways into the morning.
He smells good. He looks amazing. And that smile,
God. He takes my champagne glass and sets it
on the ledge. Can I ask you something? I nod.
At this point, he can ask me anything. We can
do anything. We're both adults. I find you attractive.
Beautiful, as always. But I'm heading back to
LA tomorrow, so why don't we... Yes. I say yes
to anything this man wants. Yes to whatever he's
about to say. He faces me. Yes? I nod. But you
don't know what I'm about to say. As long as
it doesn't involve jumping off a bridge, I'll
agree. Oh, really? Yes. He smiles and good lord
those dimples. Hmm. What were you going to say?
I want to kiss you. I lift a brow. Are you sure
it was that? Do you have something else in mind?
I have a lot of things in mind, but if that's
what you're aiming for, then... Jeremy takes
my hand and kisses the back of it. I grin at
his gesture because why the fuck is something
so simple holding the heat between my thighs
hostage? I chuckle. Well, I wasn't thinking that
kind of kiss. He smirks. Why am I starting to
think you're toying with me? Maybe I am. He glances
at his watch and looks over his shoulder. Everyone
seems a bit burned out for the night already.
I guess we're getting old, huh? Old, but definitely
not cold. How about we call it a night here and
do our own thing? I smile. This is exactly what
I want. What I've been waiting for him to say.
I wanted to get out of here over an hour ago.
Sure. What do you have in mind? My place. I grab
my glass and take a quick sip. I was not expecting
him to say that. He eyes me playfully. Problem?
No, not at all. I - I just didn't peg you to
be a straight -to -the -point guy. I was weighing
you. Well, I guess you did it well. He chuckles.
I'll call a taxi. We make it to his place, and
my God, it's beautiful. Well, it's a rented condominium,
but still, I can only imagine the rent for this.
We take the elevator, and halfway through, he
stops it. Aren't there people waiting for this
lift? He shrugs. Then he moves closer, looping
an arm around my lower waist. Don't like living
life on the edge? I do. Then... Jeremy leans
in, taking my bottom lip into his mouth. This
man can kiss. This man can make me forget where
I am. I hold on to him as he devours my tongue.
His hands pull me against him, rough, wicked.
His erection sears into my pelvis, making me
tense between my thighs. He pulls away. No. Jeremy
pinches his lips and smiles down at me. Do you
like that? I nod slowly, biting my bottom lip.
Good. He presses the button on the elevator,
and all I can think about is this man's devilish
tongue and how good it would feel to have it
swirl around inside me. He enters his condo,
tugging me in like an excited schoolboy. I must
say, I'm loving it. I haven't had a man inside
me in over six months, and to have this fine
specimen as a reintroduction to my pussy, this
is heaven. Jeremy doesn't waste time. He begins
undressing me, and I him. His kisses are soft
and gentle, but filled with urgency. Our moves
are frantic, like we've got two minutes before
the kids get home. He swings me around and unzips
me, kissing every length, breadth, and inch of
my skin. He's a lover. Yet, I feel like there's
something more. He strips me until I'm in my
underwear. And not once has he let go of me.
His eyes are like embers. Let me do it. I protest,
unbuttoning his shirt. But I'm too slow, too
careful, because this man rips it off like Hulk.
I haven't even taken off his pants yet because
I'm distracted by the ripples and taut muscles
bulging from his chest. This man is king material.
I reach for his pants. forgetting to be chased,
forgetting to be the good girl. I am hungry.
I am in desperate need of this man to fill me,
but he stops me, lifting me off my feet and carrying
me to the bed. I want to enjoy you, he says.
I don't protest because the moment he slips my
bra off with ease and lowers his mouth onto my
nipple, I'm lost for words. He sucks me hard,
hungry, desperate, like I'm his first meal for
the day. And I love it. He moves between each
breast, feasting like he's angry, like it's his
and not mine. A breath escapes me when his teeth
graze my bud. I can't for the life of me comprehend
what the fuck is going on because this man is
handling me like dough. He flips me onto my stomach
and kneads my ass, slipping off my undies. This
man means business. He's not into games because
my body jerks forward when he splits my legs.
and runs his tongue up my folds. I grapple with
the pillows for purchase as he darts in and out
of my pussy. Fuck. I moan his name out loud.
He flips me onto my back again, burying his head
between my legs. My nerves are all over the place.
I'm screaming so loud I'm positive anyone outside
that door can hear. This is the life. Fuck. I
move my hips, gyrating on his face. I'm close.
So fucking close, I can see the motherfucking
light. I can't escape. He's holding me, keeping
me in place. My body is shaking out of control.
My pussy squirts. What the fuck? I can squirt?
He's licking me like a cat, grooming me, cleaning
me. Shit. I raise on my elbows, watching as this
beautiful man feeds off my pussy like a goddamn
king. His eyes are wicked, maleficent. Never
had I seen or felt something so hot, so dirty,
so erotic. If this is what he delivers without
an ounce of dick, then sign me up. Fuck. Jeremy
lifts his head with a wicked grin. Ready for
round two? I nod, weakened by desire. He yanks
me upright, and before I can say something, he
slaps me in the face with his dick. I gasp. Suck
it. He palms the back of my head, and I stiffen
my neck. I open for him. He's rough, he's mean,
and I fucking love it. Jeremy plunges his cock
deeper, choking me. I peer up at him and his
eyes are a fiery flame, something unearthly.
He pushes deeper, holding my head still. He groans,
grunts. Fuck. I suck. I suck him off, letting
the spit drain from my mouth. His hips buck,
and I reach for them, coaxing him to go deeper.
I like this. I want this. I want all of him.
I close my mouth around him and palm the base
of his dick, swallowing repeatedly. His hips
jerk again. Jeremy yanks his penis from my mouth
and spurts all over my face. I open my mouth,
welcoming the drag of his tip and his sweet seed.
He breathes, but I'm not finished. He doesn't
know it yet, but I'm one of his worst nightmares.
I turn around and prop up on my knees. I slap
one of my cheeks. A happy reunion. Hope you enjoyed
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