With no hesitation at all, Darren surged forward, deeper into her lips, his broad frame towering over her as he seized her face between his hands and crushed his lips against hers.
The kiss was ferocious, all teeth and tongue, a collision of pent-up hunger and desire that left no room for gentleness.
His hands dropped from her face, roaming with possessive intent, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips before sliding down to grip her ass through the tight fabric of her pencil skirt.
Rachel moaned inside his mouth as he squeezed hard, pulling her flush against him, his arousal evident as it pressed against her thigh.
Feeling his hunger, Rachel's breath hitched, and her pussy got wetter by the second. When he squeezed her ass once again, a low moan escaped her throat and she melted into him uncontrollably, her manicured nails clawing at his suit jacket.
