(JOY)
“GOD, YOU feel so big,” I moaned as I move my hips, loving the feel of Hosea’s hard and long length against my still clothed p***y.
He cursed against my lips, his lower arms that were pressed on the wall and caging my sides flexed. He caught my lower lip with his teeth, bit on it hard enough for it to hurt then soothe it with his wicked tongue. I love it. I love the way he kisses me, unrestrained and animalistic. I love the way my body is caged between the elevator wall and his big body. I feel helpless yet powerful at the same time. If that even makes sense.
“I can f**k you right here, right now. But I don’t want this to be fast, Joy,” Hosea murmured in between devouring my lips. “I want this to last.”
I gasped when he thrust his hips so hard that despite my dress and my thong
