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‘Are you ready to be worshipped, Olivia Taylor?’ His finger ski my back snap into an arch and , nailing hi eyes ‘Please don’t torture ed downmy knickers with it

‘Please, Miller’

‘Say it’

‘Worship htly when he slips his hand under rees quietly, which is obscene, because I know for sure it’s what he wishes, too ‘Lift forposition as coain and pulls my top over my head, then my bra down my arms They are cast aside carelessly before his pal fraain

He’s hovering aboveintothat happens every time I look into your eyes’

‘Tell me’

‘I can’t It’s beyond my ability to describe it’

‘Like your fascination?’

He s him seem all boyish and cute – a very rare appearance for Miller Hart Yet regardless of its rarity, it’s no smoke screen It’s not fake or a façade It’s real Fordown to capture my lips My hands move to his shoulders and s our happiness as our tongues roll so slowly they’re alrowing need beginning to run aith me

‘Savour,’ he says into my mouth ‘We have an eternity’

His words settle me a little, and I force er as I ath to maintain his control, to prove he can, blankets that desperation My bottoue licks acrossunder a focused gaze bursting with intention The hardness of his cock holdstheers on the pulsing flesh of my core as he moves between my knees and reaches for the condo the condo he hurry would be pointless, so I throw all ofpatiently