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He touches his fingers to my lips “Please, what?”
“Fuck me,” I breathe the words “And I swear to God if you tell ht poke your eye out”
He grins and then silences me with a kiss
My fingers delve into his hair, tugging on the strands to draw him closer
A little screaon top of me
My fingers fists into the fabric of his shirt, tugging it off as quickly as I can
His war the smooth planes of his chest
His hips press into s fall open
He grabs the cup of le so I can sit up and take the cu off
He cups my breasts and my back arches off the couch My boobs are incredibly sensitive right now Not really sore, just tender
He flicks his tongue over ainst his
“Xander,” I plead “I need you”
His eyes flash with desire He grabs hly down my hips
He stands and sheds hiuides hi his chest
“More,” I beg