by Marie Skye
When we got to her apartment, her face fell. She’d been robbed. Everything stolen. Literally everything. There was maybe a hanger or two in the closet. “Let’s leave, in case they come back.”
She looked at me in shock. “And get what? They took everything. As in everything! I don’t believe this.” Her eyes welled up with tears, and I wrapped my arms around her, as we went back to my car.
“We’ll call the police back at my hotel, okay?”
She nodded, as she just stared out the window.
We drove for a bit. She didn’t notice we didn’t go to a hotel; she barely noticed we pulled into a residential area until we were out of the car. “Where are we?”
I ignored her, as I unlocked the door, and ushered her in. She walked in and, started looking around, and then paused before pointing at something. “Is that…is that my yellow pillow?” I was still standing behind her and smiled. She pointed to something else, and she gasped. “Is that,” she walked closer to it. “Is that…it is!” she turned to me. “That’s my graduation picture! What’s going on? This is all of my stuff…and your stuff.”
I nodded, walking closer. I steadied myself as I took a deep breath. “Yeah, turns out I prefer living a lot closer to you, so I had all of my things brought here…then moved all of your things too…when you were at school, and kind of sort of bought us an apartment. If you’re okay with that?” Although I was confident, I suddenly felt a bit nervous. What if she didn’t want this? What if I jumped the gun and made an irrational decision and she wasn’t even on the same page that I was? Or what if she really did feel the same way that I did, and that what we have felt right, felt real, even if it did start unconventionally.
She turned and faced me, eyes already glassy. “But you just started a new position…”
I cut her off. “It doesn’t matter.”
She looked around the room. “What about Six?”
I shook my head again. “Six will always be there.” This was a decision I made for the both of us. I hoped she saw that too. I walked closer to her, and repeated the question. “If you’re okay with that?”
She covered her mouth and snorted. I fucking loved that snort, and I fucking loved her.
She gazed around the room once more, before finally turning to me. “Yeah, I’m okay with that.”
Six Months Later
“Are we seriously sneaking into my old high school? Formerly known as your old job?” Danielle looked around, as I unlocked the door. We were back in Nevada to welcome my new nieces. That’s right - I’m officially an uncle of twins, courtesy of one of my brothers from Six.
But that’s another story….
“Well, it’s not really sneaking in, if I have the key, now is it?”
She frowned. “How do you still have the key?”
“I told them I still had stuff in the supply closet, and they said I could come whenever I wanted to get it.”
“And midnight was the best time to do that?”
I winked at her, as we walked into my former classroom. She stopped and looked around. “Wow, it looks exactly the same.”
I nodded, agreeing with her, before hitting the desk and she jumped. “There’s been something I wanted to do, the moment I saw you were a student in my class.”
She blinked. “What?”
I strummed my fingers on the wooden desk watching her. She stood silently watching every calculated move I was making. “I want to punish you.”
She nervously swallowed, and fuck that did all kinds of shit to me.
“Wh…why do I need punishing?”
I smirked, as I crossed in front of the desk. “Who says anyone needs a reason to be punished, Danielle?” I inwardly smiled as a blush slowly spread across her body. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about fucking you on this very desk, do you? Strip.”
She looked at the door, and hesitated, before slowly lifting her dress over her head, and toeing off her Chucks. I groaned at seeing she had no panties on. “Fuck, Danielle.” The gleam in her eyes held so much. She was so fucking wicked and dirty. And mine.
“Get your ass over here now!”
She defiantly sauntered slowly over to me, purposely provoking me. “All fours,” I told her. She hopped on, getting in place.
I gently massaged over her body. “Did you go all day today with no panties?”
“Yes.”
I chuckled. She could at least lie first. “And why is that?”
“Because it drives you crazy.”
I lightly skimmed over her pussy, and she arched her back. I leaned down and nipped her ear, at the same time I plunged two fingers in her entrance, and she gasped at the sudden intrusion. I wasn’t gentle nor kind with my ruthless finger fucking. “And what happens when you drive me crazy?” I whispered in her ear. She was panting hard, trying to go over that edge, she so desperately craved. I twisted my fingers, stretching her by adding a third.
“Dare comes out to play!” she breathed out.
I smiled, as I continued torturing that sweet spot deep inside of her. “That’s right. Dare comes out to play. Do you Dare Danielle?”
Her pussy quivered around my fingers, as she looked over her shoulder at me. “I always Dare,” she moaned, her hair falling around her, as she tried to keep herself up through her release.
Fucking beautiful. I strummed her clit with my other hand, and used the fingers I just had inside her, to coat my dick with her wetness. I kissed the nape of her neck.
“And forever Dare, you’ll have.”
Playlist
Marie Plassard - Toxic
Two Feet- Twisted
John Rose- Beautiful
Boy Epic- Wolf
The Kooks- Bad Habit
SNDTRKK- Dancehalls
Ta-Ku- We Were In Love
EDEN- Wake Up
Spotify Play List
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Infinitely Mine
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About the Author
Marie Skye is your average career driven woman by day, and a hidden lover of all things dirty by night. Or, as she likes to say, professional by day; author whore by night.
If it's dark, and full of inappropriate material. She's attracted to it. She prefers making her character’s work for their happy ever after, if they get one, and she has no problem making sure they endure every obstacle to try to get there. She's known as not having a filter, and if she's asked for an opinion, be prepared to get a response that's most likely a mixture of sarcasm and bluntness.
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