Steal With a Kiss by Z.L. Arkadie

Author:Z.L. Arkadie
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780984988495
Publisher: Z.L. Arkadie Books

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Class starts at 4:20 p.m., and Vayle doesn’t give me any reprieve until close to that time. We’re in the confines of my closet, and Vayle is hovering.

He grabs me by the waist. “Why don’t you skip this class? You can help me move into your room.” He shoves my clothes to one side of the closet. “I’m going to need some space.”

I giggle as he pelts the side of my neck with soft kisses. “I have to go to class. Josh can’t think we’re on to him. And you moving in here is the best idea you had all week.”

He bumps his stick playfully against my butt. “I can suggest a way you could reward me for my superior thinking.”

“Vayle,” I groan. “We just finished doing that, and you’re going to make me late.”

His lips are near my ear. “Open your legs.” He already has a hand between my thighs, parting them. Then he takes my hands and puts them on the clothes rod. “Hold on.” He’s so authoritative.

Vayle takes me by the hips and guides my butt toward his groin. He stuffs himself inside of me. I sigh from the thrust and the fact that his timing is inconvenient. He presses his bare chest on my back and bites my ear. My insides contract around him. I can feel my sex pulsating.

“Oh, baby,” he whispers.

He’s sliding in and out of me. Like usual, I want him to pound past my corporeal coating and become one with me. I pull down on the flimsy wood bar with each thrust. I drop my hands to the wall to keep from tearing the clothes rod right off its hinges.

“I’m coming!” I cry.

“Me too!”

He goes harder, faster. His thrashing growls bounce off the walls. Sex is primal for both of us. It’s how we bond. It’s how we strengthen ourselves. When we make love, it’s the manifestation of pleasure. Vayle squeezes my breasts, and we spray our orgasmic fire at the same time. That was a beautiful experience.

“Um,” he moans as he calms.

“Um,” I also moan as I lift my body against his chest and turn my face so that our mouths can meet. We kiss. “I’m late,” I whisper against his lips.

He slips his warm tongue into my mouth and swirls it around mine. “Stay.”

“No.” I can feel him thickening inside of me. I take his damp pole out of me.

He grunts. “All right. You win.”

To that end, I prohibit Vayle from jumping into the shower with me. He begrudgingly leaves and goes back to the frat house to collect some things to move into my room. Once I’m clean and dry, I put on a burgundy, cap-sleeved preppy dress with a beaded design of a man on a horse with a polo stick over my left breast. It’s still nippy out, so I slip into a pair of black boots with cream-colored sweater material at the top. I inspect myself in a full-length mirror. I can hardly believe that that chick is Zillael Decker.

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