Cocoa Butter Kisses

Being independent had always been the way to live life. Never letting a man be the person to depend on. Love was nothing but a second hand emotion, until I met him.
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His lips locked with mine, and he feasted on me as if I were his last meal. I knew how much this meant to him judging by the moans and groans that came from deep within his throat.
He pulled my hips closer to him, though it seemed impossible, and ground his manly physique against me, making my chest arch towards the sky. I was certain I had lost my mind, judging by the fact, I was allowing this in the supply closet of my building.
"Do you believe me now, do you feel what you do to me," he growled at me huskily as we regained our breathes.