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“I guess I could say the same. I’ve never listened to anyone quite so intently, so consider yourself lucky.” A gnawing scratch eats at me from the inside out. I can’t let her walk away. I can’t let her leave. I need to touch her, taste her, hold her, kiss away every bit of pain she’s ever felt.

Stop. I need to stop, but I can’t refocus my mind.I can’t think of anything other than making her mine. It’s the strangest urge I’ve ever felt, and I have no idea how to navigate it.

I shake her hand, and she turns away, stepping out into the street. A brief second passes, and though I know I shouldn’t follow her out the door, my body stands itself and moves without permission.

Am I a stalker now?Who the hell is this guy and why is he staring at her ass? Why is his cock throbbing? Why are his palms itching to touch her? Why are his legs moving faster? Why is he grabbing her? Why is he dipping her into the alleyway? Why is he pressing her up against the cool brick wall like an out-of-control animal?

Her eyes widen and she shrieks, which only makes me harder.God, I’m sick.

“What are you doing?” she pants.

My eyes lock with hers. “I wasn’t ready for you to leave.”

“So, you’re pinning me against a wall in the alley?” She glances toward the dog, who’s licking my boot, and bites back a grin. “Bad dog!”

“He trusts me. You should, too.”

“Yeah? This whole, aggressive thing is definitely the first step in trust.” Her lips nearly brush against mine as she talks, and there’s enough heat passing between us that we could bake a cake. I land my hand on her throat, and suddenly, her lips are on mine.

Fuck!

She moans into my mouth and lands her hand on my chest. Damn, she tastes earthy, like the green tea she was just drinking. Her soft hair brushes the back of my hand as I deepen the kiss and my cock drives into her stomach.

Again, who the fuck is this guy?

People walk past on the street, but I doubt they can see much of us hidden in the shadows. I run my hand down her curves and cup her ass, lifting her thigh against mine as I press her closer to the wall.

“You’re so fucking delicious, kitten,” I growl low in her ear as her body vibrates against me.

“Oh God, touch me,” she whines. She sounds as though she’s been thirsty for touch, though I doubt she’s as thirsty as I am.

I run my hand down her thigh, tuck into her leggings, and move over the top of her thin cotton panties, massaging her clit through the fabric as it soaks beneath my touch.

A second ago, we were eating strawberry filled donuts. How the hell are we here?

Moan after moan releases from her pretty lips into my ear, and though I know I should stop, I can’t. I haven’t been this turned up in ages. She’s so sweet. She smells so good. Her body is so soft… fuck, fuck, fuck!

I press behind her panties and sink into her pussy with two fingers until I’m deep inside of her tight little core, thrusting her clear up off the ground.

Her tits bounce against my face, and she moans softly as a group of people pass by without noticing we’re ten feet away.

“Do you sneak all the girls in town back here?” she pants.

“First time,” I growl, my head black with emptiness. All I can think about is feeling her, touching her, watching her. “Come for me, kitten. I need to feel you on my hand.”

She rocks her hips against my touch and tilts her head back, slightly opening her mouth as I thrust into her over and over again.

I didn’t see this happening this morning. Hell, I didn’t see this happening this year.

“Right there,” she whimpers. “Don’t stop!”

Panting and moaning, she rocks into my hand, scrubbing her smooth little pussy against my palm. “Please… please!”

I had no idea how much I needed to hear her beg. My cock is so fucking hard.

Her fingertips dig into my bicep, and she lets out a howling moan so deep that I’m sure people have noticed us by now. Part of me wants them to notice, to watch me claim her and tell all their friends who this little kitten belongs to.

I thrust inside of her harder and faster, as she grips the back of my shoulder and scratches her nails down the center. “Oh God, I’m gonna come.”

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