The second we walk into the apartment, Richie smashes his lips against mine, as if he is trying to flatten and destroy my mouth. I hungrily pushed back, my mouth open, tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to the moist space within. The bristles of his beard scratched against my soft cheeks and I gripped his head firmly as if to keep him from escaping. I work my mouth against his, our tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.
Richie then lifts me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses me and I kiss him back with the same intensity, filling his mouth with my tongue. He walks us upstairs to his room without breaking the kiss.
"I can't wait to f*****g have you," Richie says, his lips still against mine as he kicks open the bedroom
