She’s savage in the way she kisses: like premium gasoline being poured over fire. Every time I push, she pushes back harder. Every time I move, she matches my stance. We’re devouring each other, and when she moans into my mouth, my cock literally jolts.

I’m lost. Adrift. So fucking gone. And so fucking happy.

I roll my hips into her as I bite down on her lush bottom lip, her sweetness overwhelming me as she moans again. She finally releases my belt loops, then hikes one leg up and hooks it around my thigh. Never letting up, I graze my hands down her arms, then work them behind her back, pulling her forward to separate her from the bricks.

I grunt at the loss of contact as I abandon her sweet, pillowy lips, but relief finds me again as I kiss down her neck. Every kiss is an exploration of uncharted territory. It’s a reckoning of something wrong and forbidden.

This girl isn’t mine to claim. And yet my body is determined to take her.

She whimpers when I find her sweet spot, halting my path of discovery so I can savor the delicate skin between her neck and her collarbone.

I lick.

She mewls.

I bite.

She hisses.

I suck, and she goes silent, instead answering my marking with the rhythmic grinding of her hips.

She careens and shifts under me as she aligns our bodies and puts me exactly where she wants me.

My dick’s hard enough to punch through this damn alley wall, and I’m more than happy to oblige as her body seeks the friction we both crave.

When she finally makes contact—lining up her sweet, forbidden cunt with the pulsing bulge in my pants—she cries out. She cries for me. And then she moves, working her center against me and gripping my shoulders with both hands.

She sets the pace, and I gladly follow her lead, dry humping the shit out of her so I can hear her make that noise again.

She pants.

She whimpers.

She grunts.

And suddenly I worry that I’m being too rough. I slow my thrusts and work a hand between her torso and the coarse brick and mortar at her back.

“Don’t,” she groans as she wiggles out of my hold.

“Don’t what?” I demand, halting all movement to make sure she’s okay.

She’s breathing so hard she can barely speak. Fuck. We’re both so worked up I completely forgot where we are.

She cups my face, then traces my jawline, working her hand into the hair at the nape of my neck and giving it a sharp pull. “Don’t try to cushion my back or treat me with kid gloves. I want you just like this. I like it rough.”