9
Knight
There are some women who are put on this earth to remind you that you’re a man—women who seem to embody every quality that your body is looking for in another person. Everleigh is one of those women, and right now her mouth tastes like the answer to life, and the smell of her hair is the only reason I can think of to take in breath. She’s pressed against me, awakening every nerve ending in my body all at once.
There we are, making out against some random person’s car parked in the alleyway. I’m pushing into her, pressing her back up against the passenger side window, but right now I have no care for where we are. I run my hands through her hair and grab a bunch of it in the back and pull her head away from me. She pushes back, wanting more of me, but I hold her in place so that
