messy look is just too fucking messy, so I brush my shoulder-length
hair smooth before messing it up more carefully. Yeah, that’s a lot better.
By the time Dino knocks on the door, I’ve calmed
myself enough to look properly bored.
“Oh, yeah, I was just getting ready for bed,” I
say, peering through a barely open door. “Maybe this can wait until tomorrow.”
Dino pushes open the door and walks past me.
“Smelling good, Apples. I hope you didn’t go through too much effort. I’d have
even fucked you if you smelled like a slaughterhouse.”
“Sexy,” I mutter, shutting the door. “I guess we
can make this quick.”
Dino turns to me in the dimly lit room, and I swear
he shines even without light. His skin looks like honey next to his black
clothes. With his collar open, I notice a hint of dark chest hair. I hate
caring this much, but he looks like the best fuck of my life just waiting to
happen.
Licking his lips, Dino walks to where I stand near
the door. “Are you a virgin? Is this why you hide in the corner?”
“I’m not fucking hiding. You’re…”
Dino leans down and brushes his lips against mine.
I don’t know how to respond to such a tender gesture. When nothing snarky comes
to mind, I only stare into his eyes.
“You’re sexy when you shut up.”
Glaring at him, I can suddenly think of a million
snarky things to say. Before they leave my lips, his mouth presses against
mine. I want to struggle and make him fight for every bit of affection. I truly
intend to fuck with him until I allow him to fuck me. Instead, I give in
immediately and throw my arms around his neck.
His flavor makes me lightheaded, and I deepen the
kiss until I can’t breathe. Fuck! I refuse to breathe or think or feel
anything beyond Dino.
Wrapping an arm around the back of my neck, he
braces our bodies against the wall. Intoxicating, his full lips are tender. His
tongue explores hungrily, betraying his otherwise relaxed manner.
The V between my legs finds his strong thigh. I
slide against him, wanting relief for my throbbing clit.
When Dino pulls away, I let out a muffled cry.
“No worries,” he murmurs, sounding like a seductive
song. “I only want to spread you out and explore.”
Breathing too fast, I’m dizzy with lust and ache
for relief. I need him to stay with me. My heart begs to know more of his
touch.
Walking to the bed, Dino slides off his shoes
before taking me in his arms again. My mind still swims, but I manage to
unbutton his shirt and slide it off his shoulders.
Dino’s skin is blazing hot under my fingertips. I
pull my lips from his and kiss his hard chest and stomach. He makes a pained groan
when I lick his nipple. Smiling at him, I can’t pretend to be indifferent
anymore. Dino has been on my mind for months.
His fingers grip my hair while he pulls back my
head so our lips can meet. The kiss is too short to satisfy.
“Minka,” he says in a grumpy tone.
Frowning at him, I don’t understand why he’d be
upset. He turns me around and nudges my body onto the bed. Tumbling forward, I
end up on all fours. Now I’m grumpy while glaring back at him.
He lifts the oversized jersey and flips it over my
hips. I watch his gaze warm as he studies my wet panties.
“Look at you dripping wet for me.”
His arrogance pisses me off, and I want to
complain. I even open my mouth to tell him where to stick his bullshit.
Ignoring my angry expression, Dino leans forward, resting his hands on each
side of my legs. I feel his hot breath on my butt.
Dino’s teasing tongue at the seam of my panties
makes me so aroused I can’t think. My breathing increases. My pussy
clenches. My mind spins. His teeth bite at my panties and tug them aside.
Knees wobbling, I shudder with pleasure when he blows against my feverish
flesh. A strangled gasp leaves my lips, sounding like something between aroused
and terrified. Dino snickers at the noise, and I instantly lose my temper.
Twisting onto my back, I cross my
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