His kiss was hard, demanding. It was exactly like the man King was. He tilted her head, controlling her so that she was helpless against him, that he was the one kissing her like he owned her. King was every kind of bad for her, but at this moment, at this exact time, all she could think about was how his mouth on hers was doing wicked things to her body. The cold, rough surface of the brick wall met her back as he pressed his chest against hers, sandwiching her between him and the building. His hands slid down her hips and around so he was cupping her ass. He gripped the edge of her shirt and slowly dragged it up until it was bunched under her breasts. He then pushed her pants and panties down. He dropped down to his haunches so that his warm breath blew across her bare folds, and all Clara could do was groan in pleasure. Maybe she should have stopped this, but she couldn’t help herself when she was with King. “Spread for me, baby.”
What do You think about King (Grit Chapter Book 2)?
