One kiss, one touch from her, and I’m a fucking goner.
She grinds her hips into me and draws back for smaller kisses that she sprinkles on my jaw. Playful, naughty, taunting little kisses she leaves on my skin and that burn like fire.
More flames added to the blaze buildinginside me. The fire that heats my blood and rushes straight to my cock and makes me painfully fucking hard.
I’ve held myself back for Jhene. Often denied myself for her comfort, minding her trauma and triggers.
But in this moment, as we kiss hard and I hold her in my arms, there’s no such thing.
Any consideration vanishes as arousal takes over. I tap into more primal instincts as I grab a fistful of her ass and another fistful of her curly hair and kiss the woman like she belongs to me.
Shedoesbelong to me.
She’s fucking mine in every way, shape, and form.
The girl thinks she doesn’t need anyone. It’s how she’s existed for years now. But she’ll learn I protect what’s mine, and she’s as good as mine.
There’s no going back.
I hold her up and walk us across the gym floor. Both still lost to each other’s kiss, it barely registers with us where we are.
That we’re in the middle of a damn boxing gym, not at home.
“Killer,” she pants against my lips. Hers are swollen. “What if someone…”
She’s so disoriented, she can’t even bring herself to finish her sentence. In my own daze, I still get what she’s asking and answer her between another heavy, tongue-lashing kiss.
“You heard Malone,” I grunt then plant another deep kiss on her. “Everybody’s gone. We’ve got the place to ourselves.”
I’m not even sure where the hell I’m taking us as I carry her with me and we go back and forth with trading kisses. It’s as if we’re each other’s air and we need each other to breathe. Going without is inconceivable.
Fucking unfathomable.
“I’ve got an idea.”
I set her down once we’ve reached one of the boxing rings. Leaping up onto the ledge, I hold down the ropes and create a wider opening for her.
A slow smirk comes to her soft, swollen lips. She climbs through without protest, turning to face me. I’m so damn quick, I’m already stepping toward her.
My arm hooks around her hips, and I guide her back to me. My mouth covers hers, and we’re once again locked into more fierce, passionate kisses.
More moans and more tongue.
More of Jhene’s slender fingers in my hair, tugging at the strands.
It’s fucking euphoric—her nails lightly scrape my scalp, and then she’s pulling like she can’t stand it. She needs to cling to some part of me to handle how I’m kissing and touching her.
I pick her up like nothing. No trouble at all as I walk us toward the corner of the ring.
“You want this big dick?” I grunt. “You want me to fuck you, stray?”
She shudders as if an ice cube’s slid down her back. She pulls back to hazily stare up at me, eyes dark and cloudy behind her glasses.
Fuckkkk… she’s so unbearably sexy. All without even trying.
Curls wild and glasses half down her nose, her lips are parted and she’s desperately heaving air into her lungs.
I never knew I had a thing for girls with glasses, but Jhene’s unlocked a fetish I didn’t fucking know I had.
