*Warning: This chapter is for mature audiences only.
"Fuck, Valerie!" He threw caution to the wind and pounced on her like a wide beast, engulfing her lips in a hungry, desperate, and intense kiss that left both craving for more.
Greg grabbed her breast with one hand, squeezing gently as his thumb drew circles around the hardened nip.
"Ah…" Valerie arched her back, pulling him in, her fingers locked in his ruffled hair, tongues dancing in sync.
Valerie moaned, her heart racing wildly in her chest, her veins throbbing with a frantic pulse. Her hands seemed to develop a mind of their own, roaming freely over Greg's broad shoulders, tracing the contours of his muscles before drifting down to his waist, her fingers clumsily dancing across his waistband.