And one person was going to as well.
Cassie.
My Cassie.
I had just pulled up outside of my duplex when she opened her door, then closed it and walked to where I was climbing out of my truck.
“What did you get me?” she joked.
She was in an off-the-shoulder t-shirt, leggings, no makeup, and her hair was in a messy knot atop her head.
Seeing her.
Seeing all that was her.
I couldn’t help it.
I fucking tried.
But my willpower where this woman is concerned.
In two long strides, I was in front of her.
In two seconds, I had my hands on the sides of her face.
And in a second, I claimed her lips with my own.
She froze for a second, and then she was kissing me back.
Kissing me back with a hunger I’ve never experienced before.
And I replied in kind.
I teased her lips open and delved my tongue into her mouth.
Stroking.
Caressing.
Claiming her in a way I’ve never claimed a living soul before.
Her hands were fisted in my shirt, and I felt her pulling me closer as our bodies became flushed together.
If I died right then and there, I would go happy.
A few seconds later, we both pulled apart to catch our breath.
“Now, I don’t go kissing boys I don’t like,” she teased.
I grinned then rubbed my hard cock into her belly, and teased her right back, “I don’t get hard for any girl unless I like them.”
She snorted. “Typical man.”
I winked, then ground my hard cock into her soft body again, “Feel that, Cupcake? All man.”
She threw her head back and laughed.
I handed her my house key, then I grabbed the bags, growled at her when she tried to help, and watched that perfect ass all the way up my front steps and through my front door.
