Biscuits & gravy

His hands pulled her jaw towards him. His body pressed against, pinning her against the door. His fingers in her hair, grabbing a fistful breaking their kiss. His other hand batting away her attempts to unzip his pants. She is so damn defiant. She loves the game. He released her quickly and she stumbled back upon the ottoman. She sat, wrists crossed with her mouth wide. He let her before she starved to death.