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I shook my head, pretending to struggle with honesty, which, to some extent, I was. The last thing I wanted to admit were the words that I was in love with Jared Tyler. But the show had to go on.
“Actually, I think it would be easier if I showed you,” I suggested, catching him off guard as I pulled him toward me for a passionate kiss.
Chapter 33
-Jared-
I knew what a talented actor Alison was. I had witnessed those fake tears, the overly sweet demeanor with the teachers, and how she could switch from being bitch to angel in a matter of seconds. I wasn't surprised that she hadn't lost her touch. It was quite convincing, which pleased me a lot. However, this was about making her realize that wanting my touch was a desirable thing. If I wanted her to become obsessed with me, she had to come to terms with it. If she resisted, she wouldn't come crying to me when I shattered her world. It was all about rewiring the neural pathways in her brain, and that took time. The little act would certainly shake things up, I was sure of it, but I hadn't expected the kiss.
This time, she pulled me toward her, pressing her lips to mine in a passionate kiss, her lips moving sensuously over mine as she leaned into it. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I circled mine around her waist. She began undoing the buttons on my shirt, but I pulled back, hearing her whimper.
"Is this your way of showing me?" I asked.
"Yes, of course," she replied.
"How? I already know what you want from me."
"But I can demonstrate just how much I want you."
"You'll have to do better than that if you want me in bed with you, sweet Alison," I teased, attempting to move away, but she clung to me, making me chuckle. Her touch almost seemed desperate. I had to admit she was very skilled.
"Just once," she pleaded.
"What?"
"Just once, and I'll show you how deeply I feel for you."
"You have feelings for me?" I feigned surprise.
She nodded eagerly, and her hands continued working on the buttons of my shirt. This time, I allowed her to proceed.
"I do. So, let me show you how much. Let me express it in my own way."
I was intrigued to see where this was heading and let her open my shirt before helping me out of it. Then she began removing her little green jacket, tossing it aside before unbuttoning her white shirt.
“You really think sex is going to make me change my mind about you?” I asked, reaching out and hooking a finger around her red collar. God, I loved her collar. It stated that she was all mine. “You know what you did to me in high school.”
“Then allow me to make it up to you,” she implored in a desperate yet sweet tone, subtly rocking her hips, conveying her intentions to me.
“It needs to be damn impressive,” I demanded.
“It’ll be mind-blowing. You’ve never experienced anything better,” she assured me.
“I find that hard to believe, but because I’m intrigued, go ahead,” I conceded.
She smiled and then removed her shirt. The skirt followed suit until she sat before me naked. Slowly, she began crawling toward me. She undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and unzipped them. Alison looked up at me with pleading eyes, as if she couldn’t endure another moment without me inside her. Pushing my pants lower, she slid them off, and I stepped out of them. Reaching out, she let her hands glide down my chest and stomach until they reached my semi-hard cock. She started stroking me, coaxing me to full hardness. Then she took me into her warm, wet mouth, evoking a groan of delight from me. I held onto her hair, not to control but to guide. If this was going to be done right, she had to be the one working for it, and working for it she did. She pulled back, running her tongue along my length before playfully teasing the head of my cock. Yet, she didn’t dawdle for long. She shifted back, propping herself on her hands and then arms. With a tantalizing invitation, she spread her legs wide. My grin broadened as I got on the bed, crawling over her.
“Do you really believe this will sway my decision?” I asked, her hands encircling my neck before pulling me into a lingering kiss that surprised me a bit with its sweetness and slowness.
“If this doesn’t, then nothing will,” she breathed alluringly.
I had to give her credit for her performance. She was excellent, and how could I refuse such a captivating invitation? Reaching between us, I found her pussy and began stroking along the sensitive skin.
“Just the thought of me gets you this wet. How long have you desired me?” I teased, even though she had already answered that question.
I slipped my fingers inside her. At first, she resisted, but then she remembered her role and let out a soft sigh.
“For quite some time,” she panted. “Yes!”
