Worship me, Alexander

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Alexander Ah, f**k. I was a dead man. The second she jumped into my arms like that, lips crashing into mine, hips grinding with need, I knew I was done for. There’s no way this woman is slipping through my finger. No way in hell. My hand fisted in her hair as I kissed her harder, and deeper, until I could barely breathe. My other hand gripped her ass, pulling her up so she could feel the thick length of me, already hard and straining through my pants. She pressed herself harder against me and I couldn’t stop the guttural sound that escaped me. I ground into her without shame, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to me. She moaned, wrecking what little control I had left. At this point, the world would have burned down around us, and I wouldn’t have noticed. Her legs tighten

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