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Conflicted Love (Needle's Kiss #2) Teaser
CONFLICTED LOVE (Needle's Kiss #2)
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I threw my leg over my bike and started for her. The streetlight out front was busted, causing the place to be darker than normal. There was just enough light that as I walked behind her, I could see her sexy little ass encased in those prissy jeans she always wore. I caught up to her at the bottom of the stairs and reached out to grab her arm before she made it any further. Next thing I knew, Teen spun, her fist flying right into my nose; at the same time, she drove her knee up into my groin, dropping me like a sack of shit to the ground.
“Fuckkkkkkkk” I moaned, cupping my junk, rolling up onto my knees, and trying to get my breath back. Pain shot up into my stomach with each attempt.
“Oh, it’s just you.” Teeny breathed hard. I looked up at her through narrowed eyes.
“Oh, it’s just…Fuck, Princess. What the hell’d you do that for?” I wheezed.
“Well, you deserved it. You don’t sneak up behind a chick and expect not to get hit. Now, get up, dipshit. You’re making a scene,” she hissed, looking around the complex.
~Trip
Conflicted Love
Jan 2014.
Subject to change, copyrighted blah blah blah all that jazz.
I threw my leg over my bike and started for her. The streetlight out front was busted, causing the place to be darker than normal. There was just enough light that as I walked behind her, I could see her sexy little ass encased in those prissy jeans she always wore. I caught up to her at the bottom of the stairs and reached out to grab her arm before she made it any further. Next thing I knew, Teen spun, her fist flying right into my nose; at the same time, she drove her knee up into my groin, dropping me like a sack of shit to the ground.
“Fuckkkkkkkk” I moaned, cupping my junk, rolling up onto my knees, and trying to get my breath back. Pain shot up into my stomach with each attempt.
“Oh, it’s just you.” Teeny breathed hard. I looked up at her through narrowed eyes.
“Oh, it’s just…Fuck, Princess. What the hell’d you do that for?” I wheezed.
“Well, you deserved it. You don’t sneak up behind a chick and expect not to get hit. Now, get up, dipshit. You’re making a scene,” she hissed, looking around the complex.
~Trip
Conflicted Love
Jan 2014.
