Soft ride

**Dayle**


A mischievous grin spreads across my lips as I close the notes app on my phone. I'm just two steps away from Chrissy now. There's something different about her lately, and it's driving me crazy. Egan, on the other hand, seems to have fallen head over heels for her. I don't understand it. He should focus on his last target instead of chasing after this girl who somehow managed to creep into my thoughts and emotions without me even realizing it. Every time I see her with Egan, it ignites a fire inside me.

Initially, I was furious when he meddled with my list, but now, I couldn't care less about her being on it. What I want is her. I want to understand why everyone is so drawn to her. What am I missing? She's taken over my mind, my thoughts, and even the depths of my subconscious, and yet, I haven't even touched her, except for that brief moment when I held her wrist. The instant her eyes met mine, I lost control. I nearly succumbed to the urge to help her up, but I had to remind myself that my mind was playing tricks on me.

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"I can sleep with anyone, Dayle, but not you. I refuse to be one of those girls fighting over your attention. I won't, and I never will!" she exclaimed, her words echoing in my mind.

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"Just leave me alone, okay? I haven't done anything to you, I haven't hurt you, and I never will!" she snapped.

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Her words continue to reverberate through my subconscious, refusing to let go. Frustration boils within me, and I can't contain it any longer. FUUUUCKKKKK!

I unleash a scream in my mind, pounding my fist against the steering wheel before running my fingers through my hair. Knock. Knock. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Cindy approaching. Perfect timing. We have some business to attend to, and I desperately need a distraction before Chrissy drives me insane.

Cindy's presence reminds me of Chrissy, and it's messed up in so many ways. But why? Cindy enters the car, giggling, and takes a sip from her latte cup before turning to me.

"What's up, Dayle? Are you okay?" she asks, concern lacing her words.

"Yes, why?" I reply with a smirk. Now a rogue, my gaze lingers on her enticing figure. I can't help but wonder when she found the time to accentuate her curves before getting into the car. I'm eager to explore every inch of her.

"Your face tells a different story. You look sad. Is it because of me or something else?" she inquires, pulling out a compact mirror and admiring herself. She playfully twirls a strand of hair around her finger, repeating the motion.

Damn! She's undeniably attractive, a real baddie. But none of this matters right now. I need to make her feel comfortable with me. Slowly, I take the mirror from her and toss it onto the dashboard, causing her perfectly sculpted eyebrows to furrow curiously, though a smile tugs at the corners of her lips.

"What are you doing, Dayle?" she asks, her voice filled with intrigue.

"I want to taste your lips," I declare.

Without wasting a second, I claim her red, luscious lips. She yields to me willingly, a hand gripping the nape of my neck, as our tongues dance fervently. The passion is palpable, and we're both eager to quench our desires. My hands embark on amission to explore her heated body, yearning to know the texture of her skin—soft and alluring.

"Dayle... Mmm... Dayle," she breathes as our sumptuous kiss breaks. What does she have to say now, and why?

"Maybe I rushed things. My bad," she confesses, her voice filled with uncertainty.

"Oh, no! I was actually thinking you might want to come over to my place. We could have lunch there," she suggests, deviating from our original plan.

"No more practice?" I inquire, surprised by the change of plans.

"Yeah, I could cancel it! My parents will be back by 6, and it's only..." she checks her wristwatch before looking up at me, "...past 2 pm. A lot could happen, you know? What do you say?"

I raise an eyebrow, my fingers gently caressing her thigh. She blushes, her eyes sparkling.

"You'll have to tell me what 'a lot' entails because I'm clueless," I tease, feeling the warmth of her thigh beneath my touch. She rolls her eyes, playfully blushing.

"You'll find out," she purrs seductively, a mischievous smirk adorning her face. I start the car engine, ready to embark on this unexpected journey.

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Her house exudes elegance and modernity, captivating my emotions with its unique design. We enter as the maid opens the door, and I offer a quick greeting before Cindy pulls me along.

"Would you like anything?" she asks, and I shrug casually.

"Maybe just water."

"Just water? I thought we could indulge in something more exciting. Heard about your trio's escapades with girls and alcohol," she remarks, reminding me of that wild party Steve hosted last year. We nearly got caught, but I managed to slip away unnoticed. "It's only been ten months since then," she adds.

"Oh, that's old news," I snap dismissively.

"We'll see," she replies, leading me up the stairs while still holding my hand. We arrive at her bedroom, adorned with Ciara's stickers. It's evident that Ciara is her inspiration—a cool touch. The room is well-ventilated, devoid of stuffiness.

"What do you think? Maybe not as large as your room," she remarks, her eyes now focused on me. I return her gaze, my mind shifting to the present moment. She begins unbuttoning her shirt.

"You think so?" I inquire, intrigued. She shrugs nonchalantly.

"Why not? Molly used to talk about it, saying it's as spacious as a king's room. So, I don't doubt it."

She stops in front of me, her arms encircling my neck. I have an unabashed view of her breasts pressed against her lacy black bra, which probably costs a fortune. She's enticing me further. I cautiously wrap my hands around her slim waist, giving her backside a gentle squeeze. It's soft.

I recall the twerk video she sent me yesterday, and my desire intensifies. Her curves complement her body perfectly, and I admire her skill in using them.

"You've heard a lot about me, huh?" I comment, a playful smirk forming on my lips. She blushes, her smile radiant.

"I've heard a thousand and one things about you, Dayle," she admits.

"And your boyfriend? Won't he be mad that we're... hanging out?" I inquire, concern flickering in my mind. Caesar is her boyfriend, but that doesn't bother me. What worries me is her well-being. Sooner or later, Caesar and I will clash, and he'll be furious. But I can't let that jeopardizethis moment of pleasure with Cindy. No, I won't compromise.

"Would you rather think about him right now? I mean, I like you, and you like me. What's the harm? Let me tell you something, the only problem is that we can't be a couple for certain reasons that you know about. Otherwise, we're just fine," she asserts, her face drawing closer to mine. Her gaze sweeps across the room before locking onto mine.

"Are you up for it, Dayle? You owe me this one," she whispers, her breath tickling my skin. I know I don't actually owe her anything, but in this moment, who cares? No one. Especially not me, and thankfully, not her. She takes off my varsity jacket, her delicate fingers caressing my bare skin beneath the shirt.

"Sure thing, babe. I owe you," I reply with a smirk, giving in to the fiery desire between us. Our playful banter turns reckless and hungry. She rushes to her desk, beckoning me with her fingers, and I follow, freeing my erection and swiftly donning a condom.

Her anterior face the desk, and her booty is facing me, bending over. I caress her butt for a second as my fingers slide their way in between her cheeks; her pussy lips are heated because she's undeniably wet. I don't have to do that much work.

"Cindy, you're hot!" I compliment them as she blushes with a smile.
She wiggles her waist as a teaser before I thrust into her. She fists tightly, and I start to stroke her little by little. It doesn't take up to a minute before she starts moaning out.

Damn! Could she keep it low a bit?

"Oh my gosh, Dayle, do it hard... Fuck me more, Dayle... Hit me hard, honey!!!"

"Hold on tight, darling. You may not walk appropriately after this!" I tease, and she smiles while I slam, topping the speed.

Those words are mesmerizing and sexy, and so I start slamming harder than she except—she's crying out and as well trying to shut her mouth. Good. She better not scream that much.

I'm going with ease, smooth and slippery, she arches her back, throwing her head backward, and then I lean forward, kissing her welcoming lips. My hand is almost choking her by the neck, but certainly, I'm not hurting her, and she moaning out and calling out my name. It is all I hear.

"Dayle!... Mmmm... Yeah, honey, that's right!"


But just as things are about to escalate, a loud crash reverberates from downstairs, startling both of us. Our eyes meet, wide with anticipation.

"What was that?" I ask, my voice laced with curiosity and a hint of concern.

Cindy's face reflects a mix of excitement and worry. "I don't know, but let's find out," she suggests, her eyes sparkling mischievously.