“Ponyboy, why are wewe so-“
“I don’t like the way he looked at you.” He says as he puts his wallet in the nightstand.
wewe had gone out to bar, just to have a good time on a Friday night. wewe saw an old friend from your hometown and got to talking. wewe didn’t think anything really happened.
“Ponyboy, nothing-”
“You know what he was thinking. I mean, in that dress…” He says, eyes going over you. wewe were wearing a tight black mini dress and heels.
“I don’t look that-“
“Yes wewe do. wewe look beautiful… And I know it’s wrong but fucking sexy.” He says, looking wewe dead in the eye.
“Well, it’s not my fault what he thinks.”
“I just hope your smart enough not to fool around au anything.” He shoots back at you.
wewe chew wewe on your lip, not knowing what to say.
He walks over to wewe from across the bedroom.
“You’re jealous.” wewe finally mutter.
“Yeah, I am. I want to be the only one able to look at wewe like that.”
Before wewe know it, your pushed up against the wall, tongues battling it out. wewe start unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off. He unzips your dress, pulling it over your head. His strong hands grab your hips, spinning wewe around, and throws wewe on the bed.
He bites, his lip, eyes looking wewe up and down.
“You wanna fuck me?” wewe tease, raising your eyebrows, smirk on your face
He doesn’t answer, just undoes his ukanda and slips off his jeans.
He gets on juu of you, hungrily kissing you, reaching under wewe to unclasp your bra, pulling it off, and tossing it across the room.
He leaves a trail of kisses from your neck, all the way down to edge of your panties.
He pulls them down with his teeth, to your knees. He trails his tongue up your thigh…
“I don’t like the way he looked at you.” He says as he puts his wallet in the nightstand.
wewe had gone out to bar, just to have a good time on a Friday night. wewe saw an old friend from your hometown and got to talking. wewe didn’t think anything really happened.
“Ponyboy, nothing-”
“You know what he was thinking. I mean, in that dress…” He says, eyes going over you. wewe were wearing a tight black mini dress and heels.
“I don’t look that-“
“Yes wewe do. wewe look beautiful… And I know it’s wrong but fucking sexy.” He says, looking wewe dead in the eye.
“Well, it’s not my fault what he thinks.”
“I just hope your smart enough not to fool around au anything.” He shoots back at you.
wewe chew wewe on your lip, not knowing what to say.
He walks over to wewe from across the bedroom.
“You’re jealous.” wewe finally mutter.
“Yeah, I am. I want to be the only one able to look at wewe like that.”
Before wewe know it, your pushed up against the wall, tongues battling it out. wewe start unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off. He unzips your dress, pulling it over your head. His strong hands grab your hips, spinning wewe around, and throws wewe on the bed.
He bites, his lip, eyes looking wewe up and down.
“You wanna fuck me?” wewe tease, raising your eyebrows, smirk on your face
He doesn’t answer, just undoes his ukanda and slips off his jeans.
He gets on juu of you, hungrily kissing you, reaching under wewe to unclasp your bra, pulling it off, and tossing it across the room.
He leaves a trail of kisses from your neck, all the way down to edge of your panties.
He pulls them down with his teeth, to your knees. He trails his tongue up your thigh…