“I do, but…”
“Fuck the ‘buts,’” I almost growl and push her chin up with my thumb, leaning in to kiss her.
At first, she freezes, then she grabs my parka and kisses me back, so I tilt her head a bit more to deepen the kiss.
Fuck, this is everything!
I’ve never felt such a strong connection while kissing anyone except Xander. Kissing him and kissing her feels the same, which makes me believe even more that we’re meant to be.
This is meant to be.
She’s so damn small, and I have to lean down to reach her soft lips. I let my hands wander down to her thighs and lift her, pressing her against the wall.
“Clay!” she hisses, gripping my shoulders.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” I murmur against her lips.
“No, I’m too heavy. Put me down,” she protests.
“Shut up, wrap your legs around me like a good girl, and let me kiss those perfect lips,” I order, and finally, she gives in.
I bite her bottom lip for making me ask twice, and she lets out a soft whimper.Fuck, how I dreamed about this sound. And it is just for me this time.
We kiss for a long moment, getting lost inside each other, and it feels as if my worries all left my body when she gave in to me.
She gives a quiet moan against my mouth, her chest heaving as much as mine is. Then she reaches down to firmly grasp my hard-on through my sweatpants. A deep groan escapes my lips, and I pull back slightly, nibbling along her neck. “Do you like what you’re feeling, kitten?” I ask, biting down and making her gasp.
The sounds she makes… and for me.
“Feed your own ego. I’m busy,” she breathes out, slipping her hand inside my pants.
I chuckle, trying to come up with a response, but as soon as her small hand touches me, my mind goes completely blank, and all I can manage to utter is a simple “Fuck.”
Xander is a big guy, in every sense of the word, while she is small as fuck. The contrast is mind-blowing but in the best damn way.
My hand ventures from her thigh, sneaking under her hoodie. It slides up to her tits, pulling down the cup of her bra so I can play with her nipple between my fingers.
“Dio,” she breathes out, and I swiftly dive back in to kiss her.
She’s stroking my cock, and I’m already dripping with pre-cum.
She drives me fucking wild.
I need to know if I have the same effect on her, so my hand leaves her amazing tits and searches for the waistband of her jeans. I fumble with the button for a bit too long, making her huff. She leans back to open it herself, and our eyes lock as my hand slips into her panties.
I lick my lips when my fingers find her slit. As I delve in, I feel her wetness, and I watch as her eyes, locked on mine, go wide on a gasp while her body starts to tremble.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” I murmur, licking up her neck. “I’m dying to fuck you, but I’m a man of culture, and I won’t do it in this filthy alleyway.”
“The only culture you possess is bacteria,” she deadpans, and I lift my head to meet her gaze once again. “Fuck me, Clay.”
Holy shit, you don’t have to tell me that twice.
I bring Carolina back to her feet and turn her around. “Hands on the wall, kitten,” I command.
She complies, and I grab her hips, pulling her back slightly so she arches her back. Then I slip my foot between hers and nudge her right foot to the side, spreading her legs wide. In this position, her pants and panties get stuck around her calves when I tug them down.
Now she’s in front of me, bent over, hands against the wall, with that delicious ass in the air. My mouth waters, seeing her pussy glisten in the faint light.
