1. Wicked Ties Chapter 3


    Date: 10/25/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: nickeduardo25, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    her a smile. “Well, I figured we’d go for the bed first, but you do seem fond of riding me on the floor.” Laura pushed herself up and smoothed the creases off her skirt. To his visible surprise, she extended her hand to him, bringing his body closer to hers. She stood on her tiptoes, and breathed into his ear. “Derek…” She purred. He was quiet for a moment. “Yeah…?” Laura brought her tongue out and tasted the salty skin of his earlobe, choosing to nibble on it. She grinned as he shivered in her arms. “I think we need to set some ground rules.” “Anything…” he whispered, his voice heavy with implication. Laura rolled her eyes. He was beyond easy. She grabbed his hair once and more, yanking his head back. He yelped in pain, before backing away from her. “What the fuck?” he yelled. “That was your first warning. The next time I tell you to get your hands off me, you’ll do it, understood? I’m here to write a truly god-awful assessment of you and your dumb band, but don’t push me, or you’ll think my first article was a rave review.” Laura said, flashing her chocolate eyes at him dangerously. Derek pet his head and glared at her, “You really are a bitch, aren’t you?” She laughed, “Compared to you, I’m a saint.” “Here I am, out of the goodness of my heart, offering my body away…” Derek slurred, sounding hurt. “My heart bleeds for you. Now get out of my room before I introduce you to a crafty little device I like to call a rape whistle.” His eyes widened, before he approached her. He ...
    tried to bring his hand to her face, but she grabbed it and shoved it back to him. Derek sighed, “Like I said, you’re unpredictable. It really is a compliment of the highest order, Sweetheart.” “And why should I care?” Laura whispered, looking deep into his unfocused blue eyes. He looked down at her, “Why pretend like you don’t? You’re so caught up in your notions of right and wrong, that you’re completely ignoring what you really want. What you crave, what you need.” Laura felt her breath hitch. The way he looked, his lips plump, his hair messy from her hands…it was downright sinful, and she knew he was right. “So what? You’re so caught up wanting things, that you’ve completely lost sight of what is and isn’t right.” Laura said, not breaking eye contact with him. “And us having sex on every hard surface isn’t, I take it?” he asked. “No, Derek.” Laura sighed, feeling as if she was talking to a toddler. “It isn’t.” Derek nodded in understanding, before smirking at her dangerously. He leaned down, close to her ear, and whispered. “No wonder its so much fun.” Laura cursed herself for shaking under his scrutiny. He moved away from her and opened the door, “Bye, Laura Miranda Bale.” She looked at him in shock, “How did you…?” “Know your full name?” He finished her sentence for her cockily. “I know lots of things about you, courtesy of Google and a few other nifty websites. Speaking of, do you still have your cheerleader uniform, because…” Laura glared at him and Derek raised his ...
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