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17 | beg like a slut

"It never left."

Lonzo's jaw tenses and it gives me the perfect opportunity to admire his carved bone structure, along with the stubble of his beard against his tan skin. From here I can smell his fresh scented soap from his shower, clean and fresh. Completely opposite to his dirty aura that he carries around with him everywhere.

My pussy throbs and I know I'm wet. I'm fucking wet because he's got his hard around my throat and I feel like he's about to bend me over and spank my ass raw until I find my words to say sorry for hitting him without the pads on.

"What?" I taunt him when he says nothing more. "You can't take a girl having a good shot at you?"

The next thing I know, he's wrapped his vacant hand around my ponytail and tugged it backwards exposing my neck, forcing my eyesight up to him as he towers over me. A pathetic whimper escapes my lips and I pray he didn't hear because I am seconds away from exploding from the built up tension.

His grip is hard, punishing. He's trying to show me that I am not in charge and I never will be. This is his space, I am here because he's given up his time and if I waste it, I will be sorry. That is the story the expression in his eyes is giving and now my knees are shaking.

"You try so fucking hard to be smart," he groans, breath tickling the edge of my jaw. "But that mouth is going to pay."

I tilt my head towards him, lips brushing unintentionally. But when they do, my eyes flutter shut and I suddenly can't breathe. All the air has been sucked out of the room because when he grips my ponytail even tighter and claims my lips between his, I am in fucking heaven.

The kiss is hard and possessive. Everything I've dreamt of.

Even my eyes begin to water as he angles my head to capture my lips better. His tongue invades my mouth, hand still around my throat and the other tightened on my hair. I can't go anywhere, I am completely submitted to him.

Lonzo exhales a low grunt into my mouth, vibrating straight down my core and into my throbbing pussy. I whimper in response and clutch onto his muscly forearms, gripping my fingernails into his bare skin.

He walks me backwards, quickly. I hit the wall with a thud but he continues to claim my mouth, sweeping his tongue against mine and not giving me a chance to take control. I follow along because I am too busy enjoying every second of it.

Blood rushes through my body, sweat now dripping down my back as it presses into the cool wall. He lips and he sucks at my bottom lip until I am trembling in his arms.

Weeks if not months I've been fantasising about this.

I've never been a massive fan of kissing but if it involves Lonzo, then I am sold forever.

My heart pounds against my chest and he pulls away, leaving me gasping for more. When my eyes flutter open, his are so dark that it looks like I'm staring into oblivion. Dark and cold yet ready to devour.

"I can't wait to fuck that goddamn attitude right out of you."

"All talk." I murmur breathlessly to get a reaction out of him.

And it fucking works.

He rips me from the wall and forces me onto my knees on the mat. A hand presses to the back of my head and he forces my cheek down into the cool plastic material, he grumbles something from behind me but I can't hear from the blood that is roaring in my ears.

His hand grips my leggings, practically ripping them from my legs leaving me bare. There is no time to contemplate what's going on before he lands a hard hand on my ass, the sound echoing off the walls. I jolt and gasp at the same time, squeezing my eyes shut.