9 - A Night Gone Too Far

Belinda wasn't prepared for the full force of the stranger's kiss. It was unlike the one they'd shared in the hallway. This was more hungry, more brutal. She moaned as he gently bit her lower lip, and he used the opportunity to further part her lips with his tongue and dive into her mouth. Their tongues met, stroking each other in a passionate dance. When he finally pulled away, her entire being protested. It took all her self-restraint to not crush her lips back on his.

Clamping his hand on Belinda's shoulder, the man spun her around, so that her back was to him. He pressed himself to her, pushing her against the wall. Belinda felt like she was being crushed from both sides, and she loved it. Lining her cheeks with the wall to better balance herself, she wiggled her hips, causing friction between her glutes and his stone-hard erection. The man grunted. His large hand, reaching around her, covered an aching breast and squeezed.

Belinda gasped, her hips jerking on reflex, but he held