BEY
New life. New job. New home. New goals...
I vowed to make drastic changes and to never fall back into old habits. But then Shawn Carter showed up and blew all my good intentions to hell. I should have stayed away. I shouldn't have played his ga...
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Resistance is not what I was expecting, but Shawn continues to surprise me.
"Then how did you know? I told Tyron to claim it when you went to him," Shawn says, frowning. "Did he tell you the truth? I'm kicking his ass."
Weirdly, Tyron never even crossed my mind.
"I never even considered it was Tyron. I came straight to you."
I'm not sure what I've said, but something crosses his eyes, and I'm no longer the one trying to attack him. Instead, he's suddenly on me, his lips bruising mine with the kiss I've been desperate to repeat since the charity ball.
In one move, I'm suddenly lifted off the floor, and my legs wrap around his waist as he holds onto my ass. I've never had anyone kiss me with a fraction of the intensity or passion pouring from his mouth to mine, and I can barely think as he starts carrying me.
He stumbles a little, but I'm suddenly being lowered against a wall, and Shawn's lips are still on mine as my feet hit the ground. His hands start tearing at the front of my jeans, and I reach down, helping him push them over my hips.
Part of me knows we should slow down, but the rest of me is telling that part to shut the hell up and just enjoy this.
I moan into his mouth, as I step out of my jeans, and one of his hands squeezes my lace-clad ass as he jerks me against him, devouring me completely until there's nothing but him. My hands tangle in his soft, dark hair, and his hand that isn't squeezing my ass snakes between us, opening his jeans.
I'd help him, but I'm too busy feeling his incredible hair. I swear it's too soft to be real, and I can't seem to let go.
With one tug, he rips the flimsy panties off, and I smile against his lips. I'm glad they were cheap lace instead of cotton. I'd have one painful wedgie right now, otherwise, and that's not as sexy.
My body is lifted again, and my legs wrap around his waist. Nothing gets said as his finger slides between my bare legs, and he groans, feeling how ready I am. I should probably be embarrassed about the fact a little make-out session has turned me on this much, but I'm too concentrated on driving him as crazy as he's driving me.
I'm still against the wall, still clinging to him with my legs, when he's suddenly thrusting in. He's still mostly clothed, and my shirt is still on, but nothing matters when he's sliding all the way in, groaning like he feels torture and heaven at the same time.
I know the feeling. Those little barbells... I wondered how they would feel, and now I'll want them all the time.
The kiss gets sloppy when he starts thrusting, and his lips finally break apart from mine as he slides me higher up the wall, giving himself a better angle. My head falls back as the sensations wash over me, stealing my breath, and his lips attack my neck.
