Alpha Mars' POV
I grab her by the waist to lift her into my lap. She straddles me as we sit on the barstool face to face. Her breasts pressed up against my muscular chest. Our lips are locked in a tangle of lust and desire. She wraps her arms around my neck to pull me closer to her.
I can smell her arousal, and it’s starting to kill me with the need for this bombshell of a sexy goddess! I grab her plump delectable butt cheeks and squeeze roughly. She whimpers against my lips. I push and pull her hips to slowly start grinding against my hard groin. “Oh, f**k baby girl!” If I am not careful, I am going to take her right here in the kitchen.
I let my hand trace down the side of her body and under her shirt. Holy s**t, she isn’t wearing a bra. Why didn’t I notice it when she was showing me
