A cat in heat.
"I think you play the games because you crave it. Youwant deprivation, the giving up of control. You think not kissing me is keeping you safe." I lean in close, bringing my mouth almost to hers. "But it's not. It's you denying yourself."
"I'm denying you."
"You're denying both of us."
And I kiss her.
It's combustion. A clash of hungry mouths.
Her lips are soft and part for me, and heat licks and curls inside me, just like her tongue does as it finds mine.
The kiss makes mockery of everything she's said.
And the dam in me is not just cracked, but crumbling. Everything is rushing out, thunderous, unstoppable, and she sinks her fingers in my hair.
I slam her into the wall, hoisting her in my arms. I couldn't end this even if I wanted to. And I don't want to.
The kisses grow deeper, wilder, and I kiss her like we're fucking, like I'm starving, like she's life and blood and air itself.
Lola wraps her legs around me, and I thrust my thighs between hers and free myself before reaching beneath her dress and ripping at her panties.
She's wet.
The kisses get more frantic, angrier, and the passion and emotions we're feeling pour into every caress.
I need to be in her now.
I thrust, my cock pushing past her folds, and I bury myself, balls deep.
She rips at my hair, breaking the kiss. "Fuck me, Enzo."
Enzo.
Not sir. Not Alex.
Enzo.
And the lust-fueled anger flares higher.
I bite her throat as I thrust into her hard and fast.
She's fucking hot, tight, and wet, and every fantasy a man could have in one.
Licking a path on her neck, I suck on her carotid artery, ignoring her whimper and pulling on my hair to kiss me again.
I want to. Fuck, do I want to.
But I want this more.
I want to feed on her and make her beg me like she's doing.
And I want that denial. I want to edge it higher.
She tilts her hips, and we slam together, over and over, until her body starts to tighten as my balls climb high.
My back is electric. I'm aching with the need to come.
