He pushed deeper, his hips grinding against her as he worked himself in. He wasn't just seeking penetration; he was reveling in the sensation of her body, the way her wetness coated him, the way her heat seemed to swallow him whole.
He could feel the grit of the alley and the slickness of her fluids working together, creating a friction that was both intense and incredibly primal.
As he buried himself halfway into her, he paused, letting her body adjust to the massive intrusion. He leaned down, his chest pressing against her back, his hands reaching around to squeeze her breasts, his fingers tracing the line of her ribs.
"You taste like a bitch and smell like a dog," he growled into her ear, his teeth grazing her lobe. "And you're going to take every inch of me, no matter how much you moan about it."
